Another day, another migriane…
You know what I hate most about migraines? No one can tell you’re having one. Well there’s the lack of concentration, the misuse of words (Hyperion’s going to proof this for me), the fact that I can’t seem to keep one thought in my head for more than half-a-minute before it falls out the ear on the other side of my head. But physically, I look okay. I can sit here and listen to someone talk to me and when they end their monologue — truthfully, I have no idea what they just said.
We were watching Stargate: Atlantis and when Beckett died (It’s season three so I assume all the world has seen it except for me), I just burst into tears because I liked him. He was so kind. Okay, when I have a migraine I cry at commercials also… but the emotional upheaval is pretty rocky.
But since I can’t think straight and I can’t be trusted with sharp objects — I can at least spin. So, I’m working on my Tour de Fleece challenge of trying to spin that pound of green roving. I already blew the spinning every day thing because I’ve missed three days now (at Readercon). I’m not going to get the full pound of roving spun up either but it feels nice to have the wheel out and ready so now that I’m sort of trying to be active and stay out of mischief, I can spin.
By the way, I haven’t read the book on Migraine in Women — I just really, really, liked the cover. Tonight, there is supposed to be a thunderstorm and rain. Maybe not, but the migraine is here, so maybe yes. I hope not, we’ve still got to get that tree cut up and stacked to dry for this winter. The garden needs to be weeded. But, I was going to spin some more and I better do that now.