Like this week wasn't bad enough.

Guess what I got when I woke up this morning, darlings?

THE MIGRAINE FROM HELL! No shit, I really did. Woke up, took two codeine, went back to bed (but had the mind to take a bucket with me). Fifteen minutes later TWO GIRLS ONE FINGER, SANS FINGER. No, I didn't eat shit. I felt like I had though, oh my god my brain, I felt like someone had trepanned me and stuck stick of dynamite in the resulting hole. I felt like Zeus, like I was having a baby from my HEAD. Believe it or not, there was an upside to all this.

I finally got all the sleep I was missing out on thanks to the horrible panic attacks I'd been having this week, and because of the soul-crushing pain in my head, I ignored the pain in my pelvis in the meantime.

What started all this? Well, I whacked myself out yesterday going to Centrelink. I pushed myself on to go to a lovely Christmas party. Now, car rides tend to make things worse for me. Tom's car ALWAYS makes me ill. It might have been masking the symptoms of aura, me thinking I was car sick instead of, you know, pre-migraining. And then there was a wheel of fucking havarti at the party, which tasted orgasmic with carrot sticks (for some reason). I hadn't had dinner that night so I stuffed my face on party food.

Cheese + run down + car trip = MIGRAINE OW OW OW STOP IT GOD MAKE IT STOP.

And by the time I woke up, it had already started so the pills I took did sweet fuck all.

Other than all that pain, I'm actually feeling very settled emotionally. Pain tends to do that to me, I don't know why. It's half the reason I miss my period. It used to sort of be a passage of fire, as it were, and on the other side I felt refreshed and cleansed. I know, I'm a weirdo.

Anyway, I'm going to lie down and get some sleep, I think.