where have I been

where has the weekend gone?



saturday spent lying in a living room as dark as I could get it popping leftover T3's from my surgery because the Migraine From Hell that I developed in the early afternoon made me feel like I was going to die. spent all day nearly getting sick from the pain & unable to really move, sipping on flat 7Up to try and calm my stomach and with a cold cloth on my forehead/neck. tried to sleep most of the day away and spent all night drifting in and out of sleep whole playing Netflix on my iPad because the silence was driving me crazy.



I had weird dreams about Apollo 13 and Tom Hanks that I can't really remember.



that made-for-tv movie for Dead Like Me wasn't any better than I thought it would be.



Sunday stumbled into the living room stuffed up and cranky, eating a slice of old pizza and glued to the couch with Tyrone.



we watched all of season one of The Walking Dead which is, wow, amazing and also embarrassing that I hadn't seen it before.



I also made him watch some X Files (thanks again Netflix!) and we had dinner at my parents where I drank a few gross Budweiser because it was either that or Lucky Lager which makes me nauseous just thinking about it

was passed out on the couch by 11pm and woke up at 10am.

I am officially a sickly, exhausted old lady.

I woke up today and the first thing I thought was 'I haven't been on The Internet in two days' and it freaked me out so I began writing this right away still unfed still unshowered in a camisole that doesn't match my panama pants and sniffling and coughing with Tyrone playing Super Paper Mario in the other room.

I feel like a freak when I am sick and this doesn't want to end.

I didn't eat a single thing all Saturday and yesterday I had a slice of leftover pizza and some roast beef and roasted potatoes and two Yorkshire puddings and two beers from my dad and thinking about that makes me want to get dressed and inhale a giant plate of poutine from Papa George's in the Village or for some reason have a hot dog from a vendor and I don't know what those two have to do with one another but I think I will be harassing Tyrone into going out for dinner today because there is no way I am making anything so there.



speaking of food Tyrone wants to discuss making me breakfast and what I want to that is more important than writing this nonsense right now.

Tags: Sick-2