Damn this brilliant, yet defective brain!

If you've never had a migraine headache, consider yourself lucky. I woke up this morning with a little bit of a stiff neck, but I figured it was just from sleeping funny. So I went to work and had just tucked into my weekly half-breakfast burrito (ahhh, makes Wednesdays worth living) when I started to go blind. Like many folks who get migraines, I start off with an "aura" with is the headaches way of saying "Hi there, remember me? I'm going to ruin the entire rest of your day, but before I do that I'm going to make you think about how much that's going to suck by making you hallucinate for an hour! Wheeee!"

I have drugs, and visit my neurologist every year or so, but I don't think the drugs really do anything. I used to be a believer in the whole "cup of coffee cure" to help speed up relief, but once I read that migraines aren't actually caused by vasoconstriction I think the placebo effect stopped. So now I'm just screwed whenever I get one. So I ended up going home and sleeping for 4 hours or so. By then it was too late to go back into work, so I went back to bed. A whole day wasted, and which probably guaranteed that I will have to go into work Saturday. Blech.

This really makes me wish that I could get a "do over" on a day. I don't really need one *every* day. I think they should be like vacation days, where you get a certain amount every year, which you can use whenever you need to. This led me to think up the top 5 days in my life that I would have used a "do over" on if I had them:
  • The week of my last year at bible camp - yep, every day. It's the week that the pretty girl pretended to like me in order to get her friends to dump mud on me, the week I got into my one and only fight (I lost, badly), the week I was publicly humiliated in front of the whole camp during skit day, and the week I said the cruelest thing I've said to another person (which resulted in the public humiliation, which I admittedly deserved). Whoever thought bible camp was harmless never reckoned with junior high kids' particular brand of evil.
  • The day I asked Laura Sommer out in ninth grade. She said no, obviously - otherwise this would be on a different list. In retrospect, I can understand why, I was a complete weirdo and I was moving to a different town in, like, three weeks. But we could've worked it out!
  • The day I got caught shoplifting. Damn little debbies and their irresistible deliciousness!
  • The day my pant leg got caught in my bike chain and I had to take them off and run back to my grandma's house in my little kid tighty-whiteys.
  • The day I hit the neighbor girl with the bowie knife when she wouldn't move out of in front of the hay bale. I still can't believe I didn't get arrested or grounded. We eventually became pretty good friends, but that one day was pretty uncomfortable.

Comments

J.Po said…
I'm enjoying the mental image of young Grrbear running around in undies due to bike mishap. Very amusing!
grrrbear said…
Thanks for recognizing that the bike incident happened when I was young and not, say, last month. I just noticed that I didn't specify in the original post...hmmm...
Stacey Pelika said…
Well, you did mention 'little-kid' tighty-whiteys. I hope you're still not sporting the Underoos... although I guess the whole point of those was that they were not completely white.