Will the meds even help at this point? I know when I got migraines, once they reached a certain point I just had to ride them out. Which I did by lying in a dark quiet cool place being miserable with occassional cool wet things on my neck and forehead. I wouldn't call it 'effective', but maybe 'less horrific'.

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Yeah, they do help some, at least. I may give in and take them, but I feel like I should try not to.

What's worst is he took away the compazine, so when I reach the point where I get nauseous, I've got nothing to help that. Gonna sleep with a trashcan by the bed tonight, I think.

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Oh poor vw. Well the peppermint tea will help with the nausea maybe? Other that that, yeah, bucket and towel are your best buds. Go, lie, groan miserably.

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Good luck, Sparky. Not that you need luck, but still.

Things are on hold with Nice Boy.

Sorry to hear it, Trudes, but I've heard patience is good for the soul. Not that I would know, mind you.

::runs, hides::

juliana, have you been watching the Alaska news? [link]

I'm not as freaked out as yesterday, but much more curious.

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I'm so glad for your news, Cindy.

May September bring joy to all! So far it has brought me allergies!

Bastard brought me the same thing. Has a lot to answer for, IJS.

While I know the answer is supposed to be "JenK!", I'm really hoping it's actually "My non-animal-eating wife who is CARRYING MY CHILD IN HER UTERUS."

While Yay JenK? I am thinking this is the better answer.

Since Joe and I aren't religious in any sense of the word, we had a blessing down on the beach in Santa Monica. We each had a balloon and we all made our wish for her and then released the balloons. And then we all went to dinner at Gladstone's.

And it was wonderful and amazing!

Or Em. It could have been Em.

Speaking of? She hasn't called me in yonks.

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Have you ever had one of those friends who was really nice and sweet and mostly thoughtful, but you kind of feel like if y'all were in grade school she'd have walked in your room and begun to go through all your things. She'd be complimenting you on them and stuff, but you'd be all "BACK OFF Handsy McGrabbygrab." And now she's all growed up and you still feel like you need to wrest your life from her overenthusiastic hands?

Worst thing is you can never explain to anyone else why they make you itchy.

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And now she's all growed up and you still feel like you need to wrest your life from her overenthusiastic hands?

Yep. And no idea what to do about it either.

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It's also such a sitcom cliche. You know? Main character finds someone they like to hang out with, they hang. Main character introduces the someone to the supporting characters. The someone and the supporting characters get along really well, and by the time main character realizes something has gone horribly wrong, supporting characters can't understand why she's being such a bitch to their new best friend.

Of course main character usually learns something valuable from the someone and that they weren't that bad after all, so maybe I should just shut my main character mouth.

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vw, get away from the lights and sleep. I have no idea if caffeine helps me, and mint risks making it much worse. But when I can convince myself to lie the fuck down with my eyes closed, it's never a bad deal.

Me, I'm startled that I managed to go hours between learning of an instructor's death and the onset of a migraine. Finally, I get to feel a strong emotion without it bringing on immediate pain, and it's this one?

Thanks, world.

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Yeah, bed is very soon. Sitting curled up on the couch with Toto in a completely dark apartment, except for my computer screen. Which, is stupid, but I've really been trying to stay up till 9 to kind of reset my sleeping schedule to a more reasonable one. Guess this is a night I could let myself go to bed early.

Sorry to hear about the instructor, ita. That's awful.

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