Last night, I had a nightmare. It wasn’t scary; it was grievous. I dreamed that Mister Man left me. That he just walked up and in an emotionless tone said, “this isn’t working out” and left.
I woke up sobbing and head-achey. Only to realize that my alarm hadn’t gone off. Again.
At any rate, I took some ibuprofen, then got The Girlie and I to school, more or less on time. Go, me.

During the Anatomy Lecture, I started to get incredibly dizzy. My throat began to get that metallic-bitter nausea taste and my guts started to think about seceding from the union.

I finished the lecture (barely!) but I left before Anatomy Lab. Missing lab is, on the whole was a bad idea.
OTOH, sitting in a lab -which strongly smells of preserving chemicals – while my head roiled with lightheaded nausea was a Very Bad Idea.

Also? My needing to scramble out the door every four minutes to dash to the bathroom because my intestines have decided to declare an Everything MUST Go! fire sale also fell under the not such a grand idea, too.

I made it home in time to throw up in my own bathroom. So, there’s that, at least. I was pretty freaking confused until the room narrowed down to a dazzling pinpoint.

Ah.

Thank you, head. I haven’t had a sneak attack migraine for at least four months. I had forgotten just how much fun it could be.

Mostly, I slept today. I think I finally fully woke up around 4PM. The auras had stopped and the nausea receded. My guts are still in deliberations, though.

I left the house once – to go and get the Girlie. I have spent the last part of the day on the back porch soaking up some sunlight and striving to become human, again. I’m almost there. I think a good night’s sleep – sans nightmares, please – would be helpful. We’ll see if I get my wish.