Relief. Finally. The headache that has been plaguing me for a couple of weeks now finally became so unbearable this morning, that I gave up trying to help myself and called the doctor in tears. My lovely uncle Shane graciously took time out of his busy work schedule to drive me to their office and they gave me an injection of Nubain, which usually will knock out my migraines. I came home to lay down and sleep it off, only to get sicker and sicker. A second call to the doc culminated in a trip to the ER. Always a good time.
Chris drove me over, and I waited in the waiting room with all the assholes and their screaming damn children. One lady kept letting her toddler come over and touch me. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but I already felt like puking and the kid clearly had some type of infectious disease, and a completely revolting matted up pussy eye. But I couldn't think of a polite way to say "Could you keep this walking stack of germs off me?" so I just changed seats.
Chris and I were supposed to be having dinner with his folks, as there were some relatives in town just for the day. He was going to cancel, but I made him go ahead and go without me. I didn't want either of us in trouble on my account, and it don't take two to wait. He did call my sweet uncle Shane when he left, and Shane came right over after work and sat with me. It's good to have good family.
Anyway, they finally called me back. They gave me fluids and a combo of toradol, demerol, and phenergan. Nothing. Head still pounding. So the nurse comes back with something else, forgot to ask what it was, because the second he put it in the IV, I was feeling no pain whatsoever and could barely keep my eyes open. Felt a little like morphine, though. Finally, a head that isn't aching at all. Miraculous. So we leave at ten, and I come home and go to bed. And then a few minutes ago I wake up hysterically crying. I mean hysterical! I was dreaming, and I'll spare you all the nonsensical details, but at one point my sister and I were having typical sarcastic banter with my dad about something he wanted us to do, and I didn't share his enthusiasm. Suddenly my aunt Lane is there, and she says something to the effect of she's been listening to all this, and it's funny, but she thinks Melissa's just the sweetest thing. But you? (she looks at me) Not so sweet. And oh boy did I start the boohooing. It hurt my feelings. All kindsa bad. In my dreams I said "I was only kidding around, I am sweet!" Apparently I said this out loud and started SOBBING. Gut-wrenching sobs. Wails. It was ridiculous. I haven't cried like that since finding out my grandma was sick. My eyes are puffy and sore. All I can guess is it's the drugs.
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