It's been kind of a shit day today.
I woke up this morning with a monster of a headache... Well actually I woke up at 4.30 this morning on the couch, with the TV on. So I stumble over and turn it off and then flick off the lights and head to bed. Somewhere in there I managed to do something that made my head hurt. I didn't hit my head or anything, but by the time I reached my bed I had a splitting headache.
Silly me, I decided that I'd just ignore it and try to sleep it off instead of getting out of bed and stumbling blindly through the dark in search of painkillers and something to wash them down with. I don't know what made me think that was a good idea. I've done it before and every time the same thing happens - I have a shitty sleep and I wake up tired and in pain. (Though, in my defence, if I had taken the painkillers at 4.30 I would have woken up feeling sick to my stomach.)
Anyway, I took some drugs when I got up and got my pain to a tolerable level (the painkillers still made me feel sick, best I can figure is because God hates me and is trying to make me miserable). I then checked my computer which has been working on downloading a few episodes of MST3K (and taking its sweet time I might add). Despite having started yesterday it was only about half way through. So rather than surfing the net like I had planned I only checked my email.
Jess emailed to ask if I wanted to go for lunch. So I called her and we made plans. I was happy to have an excuse to get out of the house and talk to someone other than my parents, my roommate or my cats and not be work related.
I headed over to the restaurant early and dragged my sketch book along as I haven't actually sat down and just sketched for a long time. I got a parking spot right outside the door and really thought my day was looking up... Too bad I was also looking up, had I been looking down at the ground I probably would have seen that patch of ice.
I didn't hit the ground, but I did catch my arm on the door. That's the kind of pain that makes your fingers all tingly. It also turned into a nasty lump almost immediately. Now it's kind of blue green and hurts like a son of a bitch.
After lunch I had a doctor's appointment. I spent about an hour talking to her and left with a comically long list of things I'm supposed to take. Amongst the gag-inducing entries are things like fish oil, oil of oregano and Borage comlpex. I can't help but thinking of the scene from Toys when Joan Cusack is eating a white bread and suppliment pill sandwich.
Now I've got an hour to kill before I head over to Kelly's. With any luck God will have found someone else to pester by then, it's not likely, but one can hope. Right?