Of Bourbon Chicken and Bumps

14,222 Days Alive

10 Rows Frogged on the Second Sleeve of Grandma’s Cardigan

3 Cluster Headache Attacks in the Last 48 Hours

1 Combo #23 Bourbon Chicken with Pork Fried Rice for Dinner

Okay. First thing’s first: I am still in pain. I’m still dealing with echoes of the migraine from Monday night/Tuesday morning.

Yes, I took my meds. Yes, I’m drinking water. In fact, I’d wager I’ve had more than a gallon today alone. And I’ve had caffeine, hot tea, Coke Zero, and an electrolyte drink.

I’ve got another pain spike but I’m naked out on excedrin and ibuprofen today, so it’s a cold bottle of water to my neck and my sleep mask as soon as possible.

I’m frustrated that I had to restart the second sleeve for Grandma Gator’s cardigan. Oh well. A better sleeve will be made next, with more accurate measurements. At least it was noticed when I was just working on the base of the cuff and not all the way up the sleeve.

Spock is screaming downstairs because none of us are down there. He’s the dumbest smart boy I know. And with a whistle, he comes thumping upstairs and yowls again as he climbs his kitty stairs to the elevated bed. I love my dumbass smart boy.

Anyway, I need to go lie down in a dark room and hit REM, hallucinate for a bit, and get up for work just before seven.

Happy Pride Month! If you didn’t already know, I am asexual and nonbinary, identify as queer, and have a nonbinary partner as well.

Oh! And my birthday is on the twenty eighth! I’ll be 39.

That’s all for now.

Take your meds, folks.