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Wednesday,
February 13, 2008
The malfunctioning brain
I
should've known something was up when I had a mild panic attack last
night while trying to get to sleep, then woke up this morning
from a nightmare (don't remember the details, but the climax was me about
to see a truly scary female of some sort and I just didn't want to go
there so I woke up). Everything kept slowing down all day, despite perfectly
good intentions to get some writing and mailing done (found a market
for that erotic fantasy story I wrote last year) and do some cleaning.
And then this evening it hit me -- slow reactions, heart hiccups, vision going wonky, left side goofiness combined with heavy weather. You have a migraine, you idiot. Stop beating yourself up and lie down, already.
Ooohhhhhhh. Suddenly things made sense, in which case I needed aspirin, caffeine and sugar pronto. Aspirin we had, and I did pop a couple, but we were fresh out of caffeine and sugar so I gingerly made my way to the Walgreen's across the street for supplies. To my surprise, the parking lot was almost full, something of a novelty for 9:00 PM on Wednesday.
It
wasn't until I walked in and saw the scrum in the seasonal items aisle
that I realized I was witnessing the Pre-Valentine Day Panic. Determined
schoolchildren winnowed through the economy packs
of valentines while harried mothers screeched, "Just PICK one for Chrissake!"
and frantic husbands grabbed at half-wilted roses and half-melted chocolate
boxes. As I was not functioning all that well by that point and the screams
of the Soccer Moms weren't helping, I gave the crowd a wide berth, grabbed
some bottles of pop and a box of CocoaVia from the candy aisle, scuttled
around to the cosmetics counter and paid for my stuff, then hightailed
it out of there.
Have I mentioned recently that I'm very grateful I'm married to a man who is sweetly romantic 365 days of the year, so that we don't have to go through this sort of Hallmark-driven panic every February 14? Because I am. And yeah, we're doing dinner and a movie tomorrow, but we're doing it early so that we can avoid the romantically determined crush.
Assuming I get this migraine under control, already. Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow...