November redux
Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranthAn update to New Month's Resolutions:
Since Saturday I have:
- written nothing, due to migraine
- read nothing new, due to migraine (occasional half-hours of quality rereads)
- eaten very little, for values of 'eat' that include 'retain'
- veered between calling myself a slacker and wishing this would STOP.
I haven't had a migraine for ... I don't know. Years. After having them every month, 11am on a Thursday, and occasionally at other times. I really don't want to start having them again. And I don't know what triggered this. Wine on Saturday night? There was a definite gap between hangover and migraine, and they are substantially different.
What makes me sure this is a migraine is how it feels. Severe pain in a specific part of head. Nausea, not just when eating but at the thought of eating. Or of smelling food. Or smelling anything much. Visual disturbance (thank heavens K could drive back from Novacon: I couldn't deal with lights, or be sure that what I was seeing was actually there). Emotional upset (though perhaps it is reasonable to cry helplessly at the thought of all this starting up again). Aching all over (to do with muscle tension). Sleepiness but can't-sleep-'cause-of-pain.
On the other hand my migraines never lasted more than 24 hours (though I'd feel wrung out and beaten up for the next day or so) and this has been coming and going since Sunday afternoon. I quite like the bits when it goes. I hate the bits where it comes back.
And yeah, 'cause I'm a slacker at heart, one bit of me is saying it's not so bad to be tucked up in bed with (very grateful) cats, and books for those times when it doesn't make me feel sick to read, and Nanowrimoif I could be bothered.
Then I try to actually think about Nanowrimo -- or I open the file and start to read what I've written -- and the nausea comes back and the words warp on the screen. And maybe I'm not slacking and skiving after all.
(This LJ post, by the way, has been composed in several sessions. And I may have to have a lie-down once I click [Post].)
This morning I turned on my writing laptop and it died. Luckily, after several safe-mode reboots and some auto-file repair, Windoze fired up and I could save my 8K of Nanowrimo onto the USB stick. So I am now online on werk laptop (though 'online' is making me feel sick) looking at new laptops. Though it would probably be better to just use the werk laptop until I can go somewhere and shop properly.
Since Saturday I have:
- written nothing, due to migraine
- read nothing new, due to migraine (occasional half-hours of quality rereads)
- eaten very little, for values of 'eat' that include 'retain'
- veered between calling myself a slacker and wishing this would STOP.
I haven't had a migraine for ... I don't know. Years. After having them every month, 11am on a Thursday, and occasionally at other times. I really don't want to start having them again. And I don't know what triggered this. Wine on Saturday night? There was a definite gap between hangover and migraine, and they are substantially different.
What makes me sure this is a migraine is how it feels. Severe pain in a specific part of head. Nausea, not just when eating but at the thought of eating. Or of smelling food. Or smelling anything much. Visual disturbance (thank heavens K could drive back from Novacon: I couldn't deal with lights, or be sure that what I was seeing was actually there). Emotional upset (though perhaps it is reasonable to cry helplessly at the thought of all this starting up again). Aching all over (to do with muscle tension). Sleepiness but can't-sleep-'cause-of-pain.
On the other hand my migraines never lasted more than 24 hours (though I'd feel wrung out and beaten up for the next day or so) and this has been coming and going since Sunday afternoon. I quite like the bits when it goes. I hate the bits where it comes back.
And yeah, 'cause I'm a slacker at heart, one bit of me is saying it's not so bad to be tucked up in bed with (very grateful) cats, and books for those times when it doesn't make me feel sick to read, and Nanowrimo
Then I try to actually think about Nanowrimo -- or I open the file and start to read what I've written -- and the nausea comes back and the words warp on the screen. And maybe I'm not slacking and skiving after all.
(This LJ post, by the way, has been composed in several sessions. And I may have to have a lie-down once I click [Post].)
This morning I turned on my writing laptop and it died. Luckily, after several safe-mode reboots and some auto-file repair, Windoze fired up and I could save my 8K of Nanowrimo onto the USB stick. So I am now online on werk laptop (though 'online' is making me feel sick) looking at new laptops. Though it would probably be better to just use the werk laptop until I can go somewhere and shop properly.
