where o where have i been?

i been sick. i better now. my brains were taxed, and they are growing back. now my guts hurt. just getting old, i guess.

ok, the actual story... my friends at work convinced me that the migraine growing in my frontal lobe was not normal, so they took me off to the ER. the docs there did a few tests - i didn't do so well following the finger with my eyeballs, so they gave me some tests, including a spinal tap to be sure i didn't have a bleeder in my brains. everything came back clear, so yep, i just had an odd migraine, but oops, now i had to deal with a spinal headache. the puncture where they took the fluid didn't heal, so i was in bed for5 days until they did a blood patch, taking my blood from my arm and injecting it like caulking over the puncture. it worked, but it's taking me a long time to get back.

it's the not-remembering that is so freaky. i think that one person said xyz, but it turns out no one did - i must have made it up. whole conversations discussing movies - not a drop of recollection. i don't really remember the days in bed. i remember m rubbing my back, just stroking my skin, and how it brought tears to my eyes to finally feel something good. otherwise, there was a lot of vomiting and listening to mpr. and wonderful m, bringing me crackers that eventually kept down, and water, taking care of pup, and just being with me. he is my love.

and my friends, the ones i brag about so often, finished my garage. irony of ironies, my lumber finally came in the day the migraine hit, so t, mb and b came the weekend after i got the blood patch and put up the siding. i tried to be helpful, but my bod would not respond. later, t said i was rather grey. lovely. they are the most wonderful peeps a gal could have.

i've been s-l-o-w-l-y painting said garage, so it now has paint everywhere. i still have to paint the not-new part so everything has a fresh coat. i can get about a hour's work done before my head rages and i have to stop.

so here's what i still have: chronic headache, scarring in my veins so they pop out here and there (i was tough to stick when i went in, sorta shocky), difficulty focusing, and really sensitive guts. the pain wakes me up a night, but i've been here before. i'll just wait it out.

and pup has become rather clingy. she's the part i do remember from the days in bed - she would snorfle me periodically, and mostly sleep at the foot of the bed. sweet girl. i do think they can tell when something is up. now she's at my feet while i type, wanders with me through the house doing chores. my little girl.

and now it's 7:30 and i'm pooped. i just got an Amazon shipment, some books to pamper myself with, so i think i'll go to bed.

it's nice to be back.