I’ve been thinking about posting a lot, but something’s come up around these parts that is greatly affecting my ability to string coherent thoughts together (or even have coherent thoughts): pollen.
Now, the problem with me (or one of them anyway) is that when I deal with “allergies” (i.e. allergies to the stuff floating in the air), I don’t get all snotty or sneezy or any of the regular allergic stuff most people have to tolerate at this time of year around here. I get migraines. Like, every day. And I’ve been taking much more of my migraine meds than normal This, in addition to the brain-dead-ness that the headaches bestow, adds another level of symptoms (i.e. “side effects”) and I mostly just want to crawl into a dark place and hide. And I often consider not taking the meds, because, well, sometimes they seem worse than what I’m taking them for, but then I remember that if I don’t, the headaches will get so bad that nothing will work and I will just spend the rest of the day vomiting. Fun. So I take them, and curse the pollen. And curse my head, which seems to go into migraine-mode at the first sign of anything off-kilter in the environment.
And the first night of my divorce recovery group is tonight. I know it is a good thing, but, really? I’d rather just stay home and be a vegetable.
Do you hear that? I think it’s the sound of a hundred tiny violins playing…