  So yesterday was really ridiculous, to say the least. Apparently I posted something around 4 p.m. here. Funny, I don't remember doing that. In fact, I don't remember most of yesterday afternoon, except for the godawful, searing, insistent pain from a urlLink migraine . (I link that because people always think, "Oh, a migraine is a bad headache. " No. It's worse than that. It's the clinical definition for the worst thing you will ever experience, except maybe having your arm sawed off without any anesthesia.
In Trainspotting, heroin is defined as feeling like a full-body orgasm. Well, a migraine is like the polar opposite of that. ) Around 4:15 I closed my office door to keep out the noise and laid my head on the desk while praying that the medicine I take for this kicks in. Around 4:45, I shoot up, answer the phone, and my supervisor comes in. "Bill K just came in and said you were passed out on the desk and he couldn't wake you. " "Huh? " "Heather GO HOME! " Apparently I was pretty much face down on the keyboard. I apologized to Bill today (who I was supposedly helping yesterday with a massive shit-hitting-the-fan release that got leaked, but then it actually wasn't leaked, and everything was hunky dory), who laughed. Apparently at the time he was totally freaked out and wasn't sure if I was dead, passed out or what, so he got Carol. Thank god I work with mostly cool people. I actually don't really remember driving home from work yesterday either.
Frightening. I got home, passed out till about 8ish, woke up, ate, and went back to sleep. This all just reminds me of the time I fainted in class my senior year of college. While at the height of a mixed episode from hell (some of you probably remember this...), I didn't sleep for weeks. I was finally given an anti-depressant with the side effect of making me very very sleepy. The first night I took it, I slept for 15 hours.
It was fabulous. The next morning, I woke up late, rushed to class, and spent the hour feeling woozy. Next thing I know, I turn to my friend, and ask her to get me to the bathroom as I think I'm going to vomit. Apparently I went straight down after that. My professor (who was appraised of the situation) called security, who then took me to the health center on campus. It was a greatly embarassing moment, as I was essentially hauled out pale and limp by two campus policemen, right between classes changing. GREAT. It was kinda funny, actually. So my goal today: I'm going to try not to pass out. 
