I have had a migraine for 2 full days. It ranges from complete "Someone please do me a favor and split my skull open with an ax" agony to a more mild "This hurts really fucking bad and I'm sick of it." If I had health insurance, I would've been in the E.R. this morning because I was 87% positive I was having an aneurysm. I've talked myself down from that thought, but am still conjuring up ways to inject Excedrine for Migraines intravenously and I completely understand why people in ancient times practiced trepanation; drilling a hole in my head to relieve the pressure really seems like a logical course of action. Evil spirits may be at fault and if they want out, who am I to stand in their way? And it can't hurt worse than it already does, so why not?
But kids and dogs don't give a fuck about other people's migraines, so life goes on. I have gotten no mercy at the hands of those who love me so loyally. People still need drinks and an ever-present audience. People need to exercise their right to shriek for no real reason or speak in a yell at all times. People still need volunteers. People have parties to attend. People actually seem to sense my weakness and misbehave accordingly. little kid tried to pull the "I will go underwater and pretend I can't hear you as you ask to me to get out" trick at the nerd herd's end of the year pool party today and I pulled the "I will lean out into the pool and pull you in by the tuft of hair I can reach while nobody is watching" maneuver in return. No regrets, either; he totally deserved it.
It was a little soon for the nerd herd reunion party, even if I didn't have to organize it. Some time to miss them first would have been nice. I will say that the other moms involved are super nice, easy to talk to and enjoyable to be around but they are also so wealthy that it's like they live on another planet; it can be difficult when they invite me to $85 per class pilates sessions or suggest I buy a membership to the beach club because it's a really good deal. One of them recommended a resort for our anniversary and when I got home to look it up, it was $995 A NIGHT, on sale. I can't spend $995 on the whole weekend trip! It makes it hard to relate--and I'm jealous. Totally jealous.
They bought me a beautiful wine glass with my initials and black and pink polka dots along with a bottle of wine but little kid broke the wine glass before I got home. It was a really nice thought though.
So this is a whiny, petty post. If my head explodes into a million pieces tonight (as I suspect it might) I will regret that this was my last entry to you all. But what-the-heck ever. Have my memorial service at that swanky $995 a night resort, you all deserve it.