Just like that, another weekend gone!

It’s amazing how every Sunday night Steve and I find ourselves saying that.  I don’t know if that’s indicative of whether we are doing something good or just wasting away.

We actually were really, really productive though so I definitely don’t feel like we wasted it.  After yesterday’s cleaning and shopping marathon, I woke up with no REAL sense of purpose today.    So I spent the first two hours watching trash TV (Rock of Love Bus is so boring now that the uber-skanks are gone!) then I decided that I might as well accomplish something.  I hung a bunch of pictures, finished the loads of laundry (note: they still have to be folded, along with the past few weekends of laundry.  Does anybody else hate folding as much as I do?) and picked up a few other things.

Then, about four o’clock, I was plagued with another sinus headache.  I knew it was because it we ran the heat last night and it was so dry in here when I woke up.  So I took one 500mg tablet of Tylenol, which the doctor has told me I can do, and I think that was a mistake.  Not long after that, I started feeling nauseous and really dizzy and the pain in my head was excruciating.  So I laid down for a bit and that didn’t seem to help.  Then I took a hot shower and laid down some more with an ice pack to my head.  By the time I got back up at 7, I felt much better but I was still out of it.  Fighting a headache like that has always taken a lot out of me.  The pain can go away but it takes me hours to feel back to normal.

I hate having this problem because I always feel like “I have a headache” seems like such a lame excuse.  But it’s not just a headache – it’s pain in my face, in my temples, underneath my skull that just feels like whole head is going to explode.  It’s nausea, it’s dizziness, it’s weakness.  Light and noise makes it worse.  I can feel when there are pressure and temperature changes in the air.  It’s something I’ve lived with all of my life and I’ve learned to sort of live with and control.  Even when I’m in the throes of it, I feel self-conscious that people think I’m making a big deal out of nothing or that I’m faking, but it’s merely that I’ve lived with it for so long that I’ve learned to mask it, to push it aside until I’m absolutely at my breaking point and only then do I realize I need to just go home, take a hot shower, pop some Tylenol and sleep in a cool, dark room with an ice pack to my head.

It’s genetic and it’s something that can’t be fixed.  I just have to learn to live with it.  They’ve taken MRIs and injected my veins with dye while doing so to make sure everything is ok and the all came back normal and fine.  I’ve taken Imitrex but haven’t gotten it replenished in years, partly because it’s expensive and I didn’t like the way it makes me feel.

Regardless, after that ordeal, I couldn’t force myself to do much more.  Steve made dinner and we watched Lakeview Terrace which was pretty much just eh!  Kind of what we expected it to be.  (I Love You, Man, which we saw on Friday, was far more enjoyable, albeit a bit awkward to watch because Paul Rudd is so awkwardly adorable in it.  Definitely go see that movie though because it was good – not just funny but a great story too.)  Then we ate some ice cream, watched the season finale of East Bound and Down and did the last few loads of laundry.

Now I’m in bed watching Chelsea Lately and preparing for another week at work.  My house is clean and organized and ready for our visitors on Friday, and I’m ready for the time off.

I can’t believe it’s almost April!