Life in my head...

I've been neglectful

I guess to make it easier, I'll just list some of the recent happenings:

The cat (or a neighborhood cat) vomited all over the roof and windshield of my car.  I had to rise at an ungodly early hour and drive to the nearest car wash.

My brother is currently backpacking in Europe.  He's probably in Rome right now.

Tomorrow is my 10th wedding anniversary.  I'm hoping to get a baby for my gift.  Isn't the new decade gift "fetus"?

I spent last night in the ER of the town's smaller hospital.  I have avoided it for years because the last time I was there I was told that "HEADACHES don't get IVs".  Last night was wonderful, though.  I got my magnesium sulfate IV along with some excellent care.  I've already called and left the nurse manager a glowing message about how great her nurses are.  I got a back rub along with my IV and lots of kindness.

I tried to transfer out of my job, and it didn't work.  I'm still on the lookout for a new job but it will have to be within my current system.  The corporation has a monopoly in the area, and the only other option (the state) pays much less.  In the meantime, I'll try to bridle my tongue, and I'll work in pain a lot more than I have been.

My migraines are awful.  I've been horribly sick lately.  I've been taken off Keppra, and I'm now trying Trileptal.  Even after last night's ER visit, I'm still not pain-free.

A letter to my cat

Your human mommy really, really loves you, even though sometimes you act as though I'm your personal slave.  I forgive you for all your thoroughly feline moments because when I'm sick, you act like a concerned mother.  Even though I can't stand to be touched when I have a migraine, I actually like it when you bump your nose to the spot that hurts, or "make biscuits" on that part of my scalp.  However, two nights ago when I was sitting on the edge of the tub and vomiting into the toilet, you really took it too far.  I had thrown the phone on the bed because I was talking to Human Daddy on the phone when the nausea hit.  You ran across the bed and hung the phone up.  Well, I should have guessed that that would happen.  If there's a keyboard or keypad anywhere, you must show your dismay by stepping on the keys.

I've always known you enjoy sitting on the toilet lid, especially when I'm taking a bath.  And normally, you are very good to look and make sure that the lid is down before you leap.  When investigating my vomiting, though, you just blindly jumped.  Thank God for all of us that I grabbed you one-handed (the other hand was busy holding back my hair).  I'm sorry you had to spend that undignified moment hanging from the rim of the toilet by two paws.  But trust me, you did NOT want a dunking in the toilet.  Firstly, it was full of vomit.  Secondly, it has the blue tidy bowl thing in it, and you are too young to be considering a blue rinse for your hair.  And last but not least, I was in no condition to bathe your uncooperative self.  Thanks for taking care of me, but please watch where you are jumping!