Three weeks was too long.

....(if you haven't read today's earlier post, know that this is a later post)

Today is the first day I didn't wake up with searing pain shooting across my skull. I feel stretched rather thin. Although i'm not in pain (and thus not loaded on meds..I go cold turkey well), I can still feel residual pain (think of it like phantom pain or left over soreness). I should be good after the weekend as long as Mr. Migrain doesn't deside to stuff another cattleprod in my eyeballs.

Okay, so here is my update on events.

I saw Underworld Evolutions about 2 weeks ago. Now mind you I had been suffereing for a week at this point from the migrain, but either I got the stupid idea to invite an ex, and an ex to the same event. It didn't turn into a cat fight, but I certainly got a mental slap to the head for it.

Now in my defense, I haven't exactly been too keen emotionally in the last year, and its felt like its been constantly getting worse. I broke up with an ex, and soon afterwards I let that "lonely" feeling one gets when you are recently single set in and caved in to date a new roomie. That didn't last too long, but by then I guess the damage was done. When someone references "this is why i'm not friends with ex's" it just strikes me as slightly hipocritical since said person is friends with me (and i'm an ex). I won't give up on trying to build a good friendship with more meaning that simple drama though (i'm stubborn like that, and think that certain people in my life has valuable qualities that make them exceptional in this world filled with people that choose to be unexceptional).

So then...

The next day I get a call at 2am from another ex (whom i've maintained an amazing friendship with as well) who was up on oregon...except he's no longer in oregon, and is in town, and wants to hang for a bit before he goes to his mom's in sandy valley (otherwise known as the netherworld!!!...if you've ever been to sandy valley you know what i'm talking about).

He had an absess (I think I spelled that right) and so the next day I took him to UMC and they drained the absess (not a fun process since it is in a very uncomfortable place). So they spew out,"You need to return daily to have the bandaging changed out." Of course i'm like "why can't we change it out ourselves." (later on I found out why...cuz open wounds are the most expensive things to treat in the world..the IDOSORB stuff they use on it costs 80 bucks for a tube smaller than toothpaste). Needless to say I inform my roomie that we'll have a guest for the week (notice the lack of "ask").

At this point i've been heavily taking my pain medications. The stuff my doc gave me for migrains isn't working, and one of the pain meds is making my stomach seriously upset. So our new guest assists in taking care of my dog (she's adorable...not that he attempted to resist, but if he had it would have been futile), and cleaning up around the apartment, etc...

So the whole week long I get the "jealous shoulder" bit. I ignore it because I really just have no stomach for stupid games.

So Thursday comes around. I wake up at 2am in the morning, and begin vomitting from the intense vertigo I was suffering from my migrain and the throbbing pain of the headache that accompanied it. I took my pain meds etc....but there was no way I was gonna get behind the wheel and drive to work.

I stayed home that day, and couldn't get ahold of my doctor. Turns out he was out of town. Friday turned out the same with my stomach and brain malfunctioning. I didn't sleep a wink. Saturday, same. Sunday I broke down and went to quickcare. They gave me a shot of Toredol (I think that is what it was), and a whole lot of it at that. So much that about 30 minutes later my face was jittery, and I could feel my teeth turning colors (think about that for a moment). I'm sure part of that was the brain damage, but anyway...

I get to work on monday and my supervisor spins me right around and takes me to the hallway. I sign the little paper, and bing..i'm suspended. I was gonna be fired if policy would have had its reign, but for once i'm at a job where they actually like me and feel I do my job pretty well. So my super went to bat for me. I had 3 days off to get my stuff taken care of. Mind you i'm so broke it isn't funny...5 days off pay is not going to be good.

I goto the doctor on tuesday. He's back in town. I inform him that the meds suck and the migrain is still kickin and in charge. So he tells me to stop taking the stuff that hurts my stomach (duh), and gives me 2 different migrain inhibitors to try and see which one works better. He also gives me a refill prescription for my hydrocodone (mmmm...good stuff).

So, the chaos of the last two weeks has started to diminish. Sorta. Friend from oregon is in the hospital again, but this time for his stomach. He had his galbladder removed a few months ago because it was infected. Last night his mom gave him bad pizza and it sprouted adamantium claws and tore up his stomach some more.

I think I recapped everything as best as my memory will serve me right now. This morning my migrain has diminished. I'll take the last of my inhibitor meds this afternoon just to be on the safe side.

I'm exhausted, but in a generally good mood. Things are looking up. I'll be living with some friends at the end of the month. (lived with them before, so not so many suprises) Lots of warcraft playing going on. Less drama please.