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.: 7.16.2007 

The Headache Incident

Ok, so it was not a migraine. Which I am not surprised by, since I have had mirgraines before (during the whole stressful "let's plan a wedding" period of my life) and this was a whole new kind of pain.

So Friday I went to El PA (as La Doctora and La PA were both unavailable) and described it to him: "It's across my forehead and down into my temples, and it just throbs behind my eyeballs. I can feel it throb with my pulse. And if I cough, it's like someone has put a chisel on each temple and are driving them in with hammers, and that radiates down the side of my face and the back of my neck. My eyeballs feel like they are going to explode. It's so painful I get dizzy and have cried a few times." El PA determined I had a sinus infection, a traction headache (caused by the infection), and a wandering viral thing that took advantage of my weakened condition. He gave me some megadoses of acetaminophen + butalbital for the pain (previously I had been taking 2 advil, which knocked the back only enough to keep me from being suicidal; this stuff made me human again, and knocked the pain back 95%, also knocked my ass out, which was nice... sleeeeeeep!) and some antibiotics for the sinus infection. Friday night and Saturday morning were mostly lost... by Saturday night I was 80% human and I was 95% human by Sunday... so I'm back at work. (Joy?)

Saturday I also ordered a Garden Gnome online. May I please blame the painkillers?

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  11:00 AM   6 comment(s)

6 Comments:

Okay..two things. I love the gnome and I want one as well. Two...the vision of the wandering virus with a hobo bag on his back looking for a place to live in a bit entertaining to me. Maybe too much.

By Blogger newsbug, at 6:21 AM  

Can I come visit gnomey?

By Blogger robyn, at 7:06 AM  

You should knit your gnome a kilt!

By Blogger Britz, at 11:54 AM  

The kilt is an excellent idea.

By Blogger newsbug, at 7:04 AM  

will you name him winkelbottom?..please....
i'm glad that your headache's are getting better...i was really worried it could be your blood pressure...i had a headache for two weeks a few years ago...i thought i was going to have a stroke...turned out it was a sinus infection.
glad to know you're better

By Blogger David, at 8:04 AM  

Winkelbottom! .: snort! :.

Well, I knew I wanted his last name to be Angryhat ('cos of the Angry Gnome Hat I knit this winter, remember?)... we ran through a whole list of names, from Noam (a la Chomsky) to Hemlock to Percival and it was actually last night that I looked at Mr. Angryhat before falling asleep (he stands by the bed right now) and I thought, "Jasper. Jas Angryhat. It's perfect."

Though you are free to call him Winkelbottom as much as you like! ;)

By Blogger Zabet, at 8:15 AM  

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