It has been a gradual descent into misery. At first it was just a little headache when running which was no big deal. Then I had a pounding migraine after doing the 30 Day Shred almost two weeks ago and I never really got rid of that headache. And now any time I do anything that requires effort my head starts to pound and I become worthless. Or more worthless than usual.
And since I'm not losing weight hardly at all I paid for 8 personal training sessions last week. Then I went to the first one Friday at 10 - and left crying like a fool at 10:08 with the worst head pain I've ever felt. And of course my doctor is out on maternity leave until November and in Jennepper luck they can't fit me in for a bullshit reason that's too long and boring to type and so I went to urgent care after two hours of alternating ridiculous behavior: writhing and crying and clawing at my head in bed and writhing and crying and clawing at my head in front of the toilet because holy impending barf, Batman.
Three and half hour wait at urgent care, and they directed me to the emergency room so that I could get a head CT and some drugs.
BUT! On my way to the ER I got a test from my bestie with this picture:
|MAH BLAH IN STAH MAHG!|
There's no way to explain how this happened without sounding like sort of..well, a name dropping douche canoe. But the beauty director at Star used to be the beauty director at Redbook when I wrote for the Infertility Diaries and so really I have her to thank (profusely). I'm feeling all Wayne's World, I'm Not Worthy.
So anyway. I waited another 2 hours in the ER to get pain meds that didn't work at all and a head CT that was perfectly normal. This was Friday and I still have the migraine, but it isn't as hurty and also? My blog was in Star Magazine! Squee!!!
|A close-up, because bragging is my favorite.|
That's probably the closest I'll ever be to the Kardashians which is a shame because now that I have time to watch TV I watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians marathons so often that I am actually starting to become fond of Scott Disick.
(That's a lie. I'm not starting. I am full blown fond of Scott Disick.)
(It's admissions like these that make me feel as though I should be a working mom.)
(Mark is likely reading this and nodding profusely.)
Also, my blog appears to be five years old this month! Happy birthday, blog with a title and URL that don't match!
1 year ago: When You Say Stroke, Do You Mean the "Of Luck" kind?
2 years ago: Let Me Clear A Few Things Up
3 years ago: Working vs. Staying at Home
4 years ago: 19 Weeks: I don't need you!
FIVE MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO: Trying to Conceive: A month-by-month guide.