Owwwww.

Please, someone, rip my brain out.

It's not even 9am and I'm awake and in pain.

I'm exhausted still and yet, I woke up in serious pain from a headache.

Note to self, current weather conditions are as follows:

2C, 90% humidity, 101.7kPa

Whereas yesterday at this time:

0, 85%, 102.7kPa.

I'm going to start fucking tracking this shit so that I can maybe at least anticipate when I'm going to be in serious agony.

Just took Tylenol and lots of water. Going back to my room to die quietly in bed, now. Goddamn, I hope I can make it to poetry today.

<sigh of relief>

My head is feeling a lot better. The tylenol kicked in, I was able to sleep. I'm still not 100% and may not make my poetry class (bloody hell, I hate missing that class!). I'm still nauseous, but I'm doing okay. I think.

It's weird to be sick as an adult. My parents never used to believe me when I was sick as a kid -- with reason, I faked. A lot. ;)

But today, this morning, I called my mom and my dad and let them know that I was hurting. My mom said if my dad prescribed something for me, she'd take off work and go get it and give it to me. My dad said he'd prescribe something if I wasn't feeling better later in the morning, and would deliver it himself.

I've had worse headaches than the one I had this morning. I've had migraines that made me throw up, that made me dizzy, that made even a tiny bit of light or noise cause shooting pain. But this morning felt really crappy and both my parents were ready to come to my rescue.

I love them. :) A lot. No matter how much I bitch about my mother's insanity or my father's computer stupidity, they are awesome when it comes down to it.

Okay, enough sap. ;) Back to AMC.