Then the migraine that's been torturing me like a schoolyard bully became worse again. It keeps teasing me, backing off and lingering right around the corner before jumping up and punching me in the face.
So not only is it exacerbated by the eye strain that comes with sitting in front of a screen and scanning back and forth as I read, but I'm also in a perco-fog after finally yielding to its half-hearted promises of respite from the pain. It took an entire episode of The West Wing to muddle my way through that first paragraph.
(For the record, I'm not writing this in an attempt to garner sympathy; we all have our issues to deal with, whether they're physically painful, mentally taxing, emotionally draining...or not that affecting at all. To put it simply, if I don't get mine out and try to at least lighten them up a little, I won't be able to focus on anything else.)
I was sadly excited to write all about why Dr. Awesome is so awesome, but it'll have to wait another day.
I've been laying pretty low on my alcohol consumption and drinking a literal gallon of water every day in the hopes of discouraging the migraine from beating the hell out of my brain, but since, as one of my chronically awesome friends put it...
@cakeumms Because migraines are assholes. *hugs*
— Jenny (@jenrobinegan) April 22, 2013
...I'm just going to indulge anyway. Can't let them take away everything that I look forward to.