Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Attack of The Worms



Spring is really getting on my nerves this year. Normally, I love spring with the blooming flowers, the buds on the trees and the robins hopping around my front yard, but this year, the weather shifts are doing in my melon. Plus, I have another spring related problem.

I know I’m a big animal lover, but I'm really starting to dislike worms and they are playing havoc with my migraine-induced nausea on my way into work. I have a long hike from the parking lot into my building. Lately it was been warmer and it has been raining so the worms have been waking up from their winter slumber to terrorize me.

They are everywhere on the pavement in various states of squirming and chilling out. It is not so much the sight of them; it’s the smell that does me in. I don’t know about you, but I think stinky wet worms are maybe worse than funky body odor.

You should see me trying to walk into work as I cover my mouth so I don’t barf and I dodge around them on the pavement. I don’t want worm bits stuck in the bottom of my shoes! In addition, I’m going “ugh, yuk, ew!” the entire time. It’s almost like being in a bad horror movie “Attack of the Worms.”

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Impulse Shopping

Recently, I was at my favorite local health food stood, stocking up on vegetarian food, like Tofurky Beer Brauts and rice burgers, when I decided to stop at the smoothie/sandwich counter and try one of their vegetarian sandwiches for dinner.

The line was pretty crowded. I finally got to place my order and as I waited I was sandwiched between a woman who was trying a free hot dandelion drink and a couple who seemed to be at odds with each other. The husband looked like he so not wanted to be there. The woman tried a sample of this honey stuff in a bottle. She put a drop on her wrist with the dropper and licked it off. Then she made a face like she was a little kid who had eaten spinach. Our eyes met. She looked so appalled that I couldn't resist.

"That is not a happy face," I said.

Her husband burst out laughing. She laughed, too. Then he frowned as he was staring off in the distance at the freezer case.

"Is that ice cream?" he asked. "Why does it say Rice Dream? Ice cream made out of the rice. That is just wrong."

As they were discussing the Rice Dream, the dandelion drink lady started waxing poetic about her beverage.

"ohhhh, this is so good," she moaned. "I could just curl up in front of something and lay there all day, but curl up in front of what?"

She kept asking the air what could she curl up in front of, like she had no idea. I was going to say "a fire" when my gaze stopped on a bookshelf. There was a book about Headaches.

I ducked and weaved between these people and snatched it up. It was about alternative headache therapies. I was going to flip through it, but then my sandwich was finished. The clerk wanted me to pay. The line was still chaos. In a total impulse mood, I just slapped it on the counter with the rest of my crap.

I never do this with a book. I have to check it out, like a used car, etc. I didn't even check the size of the font!

So now that I got it home, it looks like it might actually be good. It's called Alternative Medicine Definitive Guide to Headaches Now I'm starting to wonder if Migrainelupe might have had a hand in me finding this book. What are the odds of me spotting it in that line?

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Migraine on My Mind!



I was bored at lunch yesterday at work. Unbelievably, my co-workers haven't made any more snide remarks this week, so I haven't had anything to dwell on beside being in pain. Because my vision was blurry, I didn't feel like reading the handful of free natural health magazines, which I picked up at my local health food store, hoping to find a natural cure for migraines. I was flipping through them, looking at the pictures, when I came up with idea for this mini-collage. I'm not sure if you can call it crafty. Maybe it's quasi-crafty, but it reflected my mood. So with a pair of scissors and some tape, I became an artiste for fifteen minutes!

I'm calling it "Migraine on My Mind"

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

High School Migraine Part Two

What would a high school migraine musical be without a sequel? I just didn't think it would be this soon. The last one was barely out of the box office.

Last week, I made it into work every single day without missing any time, and when I showed up for work Friday morning, I was quite proud of myself. Just as I was walking to my desk though, another female co-worker made sarcastic comment about me.

"Wow," she said, super loud. "I can't believe you've been here everyday this week!"

Everyone turned and stared at me. This time I wasn't in brain fog land. Some words just popped out of my mouth.

"I know," I said. "It's a miracle."

I sat down and turned on my computer. Everyone resumed working, but immediately my brain began spinning with guilt and shame as I thought about how bad I already felt about missing so much work, without some of my co-workers counting the days that I'm here or not. And then announcing it to the office, so the people who hadn't noticed were now aware.

I felt myself spiraling into another co-worker induced depression, but then I remembered the lovely comments from my last post about this. So I gave myself a little lecture. "My co-workers come from a clan whose brains never matured past being twelve year-olds. They are not worth ruffling my feathers. I'm not going to let them bother me. Why should I give myself more pain and frustration."

And you know what. It worked. I felt far better during the rest of the day.

Of course, I had to call in sick yesterday because Migraine Squirrel Chuck is having spring fever. Who knows that they are going to say to me today when I show up for work?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Sweet Talking Chuck



Migraine Squirrel Chuck is trying to sweet talk me, but he's not fooling me. Look at that crazed look in his eyes.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Secret Confession

I don't know if being in constant pain from my migraines has clouded my judgement, but I have a secret confession. I like Tori Spelling. I never watched her during the 90210 years nor have I seen any of her movies. The first time I saw her in something was in her show So NoTORIous on VH1 and it was really cute.

In my quest to find light reading, I came across her autobiography, sTORI Telling, and it's the first book I've read straight through in a while.

I remember on her show on she mentioned got migraines. There was even an episode where she thought she was getting migraines because someone had put the evil eye on her and she went to a Santeria priestess named Mama Belle to get it removed. She also mentions Fiorcet a few times. In her book, she mentions her migraines, too.

So I figure, if she’s a migraine chick, it must be ok to like her.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Happy Bloggy Birthday to Me!


It is hard to believe it's been a whole year since I started Migraine Chick, and I'm so glad that I didn't listen to my friend who discouraged me about keeping a blog about my migraines, because he thought I was becoming obsessed with them and I was letting them control my life instead of me controlling them. I don't think I could have survived this last year without having an outlet like my blog and having all my lovely online friends who give me so much support.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Migraines and Nightmares!

I know most of the content of the following nightmare was mostly my fault, because I had posted cute zombie pictures in my last post and I just watched Dawn of The Dead (the remake)on TV again. Part of the nightmare does make me wonder though how much migraine pain plays a part in your dreams.

I dreamt that I was in a deserted warehouse with horrible migraine pain and four zombies were chasing me. They were the guys from the 1980’s British sitcom The Young Ones.

Every time they caught me, they tried to bite my fingers off. I kept saying to them “No, dumb asses. You’re supposed to be trying to eat my brain. What good are you as zombies if you don’t eat my brain?”

I managed to get away and I found a gun, which turned out to be a paint ball gun. I tried to use it against them anyway. The Young One Zombies just ended up being splattered with brightly colored paint.

Great. My head was still hurt like crazy and the stupid painted zombies were still chasing me. I was feeling so fed up at the whole situation that I cried out “I’m so freaking irritated!”

It was then I woke up and my head was banging like crazy. So what came first? The bad migraine pain and then the nightmare, or did the nightmare make my head hurt worse. Does anyone else have bad dreams created by bad pain?

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Zombie Migraine Roundup




I can't believe what wonderful online friends I have. First off, I really appreciate everyone's comments on my blog, especially the last post. Also, I really love the pictures of squirrels with guns and the zombie stuff that my myspace friends send me in the comments section. Here are my current favorite zombie pics. Who knew zombies could be so cute!!

Friday, April 4, 2008

High School Migraine

The other morning I came into work after calling in sick the previous day due to migraine pain. The moment I got into my building, I had to run to the bathroom to throw up because my head was hurting so bad. Maybe I should have stayed home, but I decided to tough it out.

Ten minutes later, I staggered into my office. As I was taking off my coat, I heard a co-worker say that she really needed a day off work this month, but she had no idea how to get one when all the days off were already scheduled.

“I know. Let’s ask her,” she said, pointing at me. “How do you scam a day off work?”

At first, it didn’t sink in what she was asking me. She really caught me off guard. I was still in brain fog land from my trip to the bathroom. Therefore, I stood there looking like an idiot. Everyone around us laughed and went back to work, including her.

Dazed and confused, I headed to my desk where I sat down and it finally sank in what she had asked. Did they really think I was scamming time off work with my migraines? Maybe I was being too sensitive. Maybe I was taking it the wrong way, but it really hurt my feelings. I’m going through hell and they are thinking who knows what about me.

I know this isn’t a very nice, but I suddenly wished my migraine saint “Migrainelupe” was real and I could ask her to smite them with a super bad migraine, just for one day, just so they could see what it was like. I hate how my co-workers make me feel like I’m back in high school, but it’s just so hard to cope.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

I'm so not a crafty chick!

Another hobby attempt has bit the dust. Perpetually, I wish I were a crafty chick goddess. I always have these delusions about finding a craft that I will be so good at that I will be able to quit my day job, create works of art, and build an online empire.

I saw a blog about some crocheted cat toys. It looked so easy to make them. All you needed was a hook, some yarn and a cat. I went to Michaels, the arts and crafts store with a coupon, and I bought some yarn and a beginner’s book that included instructions and some hooks.

First off, the abbreviations for all the stitches looked like math to me. I couldn’t decipher the simplest counting. Then I actually tried to do it. It took me twenty minutes to make a slipknot on the hook!

In my fogged brain, I decided to forgo the complicated cat toy and I attempted to make a scarf out of a simple crochet stitch for my cat.

After a week, what I ended up with was a mangled mess, especially around the corners. I still gave it to my cat. (As a toy now) It lay on the floor for three days, untouched. I gave it a burial in my kitchen trash bin, and the yarn and the hook went into my closet with the books I can't read right now.