so, i'll write something i guess ..
let's see ..
on thursday i developed a severe migraine headache during the last two hours of work. tablets didn't touch the pain, but i still managed to finish the day, including handing in the grades that i had been working on. but the pain was so bad and i was so nauseated that i could not drive the 30 minutes it would take me to get home. my husband and son had to come and get me.
at home i slept for 14 hours except for the time i woke up to the pain in my head or the cursing of the spouse as his team was loosing a ballgame ..
dealing with a migraine like that is a physical battle which i eventually win feeling quite shaky though. i woke up feeling weak and shaky in my whole body. i felt 'beat around the bush', so i only went into work for the afternoon. luckily, since i've been on blood pressure medicine i rarely get migraines like this anymore. they used to be rather frequent.
on saturday, i felt so much better. i felt rested, energized, ready to conquer the world, except that the part of the world that i inhabit was raining buckets ..
but still, i needed action. and yes, i contemplated doing the laundry .. ech ..
writing bills .. ick .. mopping floors ... pfft .. going to the gym .. ugg .. doing art .. hmmmm ...
yes ... i really did consider getting out my sketch pad and doodling away at boobies and crotches and whatnot and i might really have done that when i walked into the kitchen and saw my better half still clad in pj's drinking his 3rd or 4th cup of coffee and looking kind of cute in a wrinkly, grayish tussled hair and white speckled beard kind of way.
then and there i decided that i wanted to go somewhere after all..
i walk up to him and i say .. "i want to go somewhere" ..
"where, sweatheart? where were you thinking about going?" ... "why, there sweatheart", i answer pointing to his midriff area .. well, i point actually a bit lower .. you know .. below the naval area ..
so, we did that for a while ..
after which i always feel like chopping wood or something .. it leaves me feeling energized ..
but, alas .. all the wood was already chopped .. whew .. and, anyway, it's been years since i've attempted to chop wood. so, i watched a british gal movie while the husband watched another ballgame ..
in this british movie i watched, i was reaquainted with a word that here in the south refers to a particular type of dance, but in britain means something quit different .. shagging ..
anyways .. the day wore on and bedtime came ..
sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful. the sun filtered through the shades. i could hear the wind blowing briskly through the trees. one of our bedroom windows was open and the birds in the bushes were putting on a cacophonous symphony of chirps and tweets. i glanced at the clock and contemplated getting up to make coffee. naaah .. instead, i snuggled up to the dozing spouse and wrapped a leg and arm around him ..
a heavenly while later, i got up and glanced at the rumpled sheets, realized my legs were feeling kind of shaky and i didn't quite feel like chopping wood .. and i smiled ..
shagging is a good thing ..
migraines not so ..
ps: the above of course is completely fictional. any resemblance to actual folks is just a pure coincidence. besides, i only have 2 children, ages 17 and 11. therefore, it should be very obvious that i only have shagged twice.
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