I’ve been ill [grabs your hand dramatically from her bed]. When I last wrote you, I had a migraine, so if I had the personality of a thousand suns, that’s why. I had taken one of my pills, hoping it’d go away while I wrote, but it turns out it was the third-worst migraine I’ve ever had, and lasted two days. It was feat. my best friend, nausea, and eventually I had a panic attack because the pain would not relent so in general it’s been a relaxing week. Just like a spa getaway.
You know what I’d love to do one day? Is one of those trips to a spa for days on end. Oh, that would be my ultimate. My most ut, as Rosie the Robot would say. I wonder what my references would be like had I not been allowed TV in my childhood.
Anyway, sometime yesterday the pain finally went away. There’s almost a euphoria when a bad migraine subsides, albeit a euphoria that’s packed under 6 bales of cotton. Because you are also cloudy and dizzy and generally out of it.
This whole time I’ve been writing you, Forest Lawn has walked across me, back and forth like he’s picketing. He’s purring and swishing his tail and touching me with his nose and being silky. Oh, what a good little cemetery cat he is. Milhous does not share my sentiment.
Anyway, since I was feeling better, I decided to go ahead with my trainer appointment at 6:30 last night, then afterward I took a walk with my neighbor, R, and then I decided I was famished so I made curried chicken or chicken curry or however you say it, and my post is I did too much and afterward felt decidedly peaked.
I should note that the biggest lesson here is that anything with coconut milk involved, I’m down for.
I have to go. I missed two days of work and I have to go see what nightmare pileup of work awaits me.
P.S. Obligatory kitten shot.
P.P.S. Obligatory Edsel-and-kitten shot.