And The Weekend Finished

After a nice chill-out day on Saturday, I had hoped that Sunday would be much of the same - that is, nothing interesting happening. Saturday night, I could not sleep, and I think in total, I had something like three hours of broken, non-restful sleep. I gave up trying at 5am and crawled out of bed.

After a few minutes, it was obvious Sunday was going to be one of those days. My head started to thump, and I could smell that funny smell I detect when I have a migraine coming. Joy. So I took some pills, but the icky headache remained, as did The Smell. On the bright-ish-side, it didn't become a full blow migrane.

As for the smell, there is only one way I can describe it. Poo. Shit. Crap. OK, so that's three ways, but none the less, THAT is what I smell when my head hurts. All. Day.

Added to this, the lack of sleep meant I had a crappy day. I wasn't sad exactly, but I was down, I didn't know what to do with myself, and I was generally in a pants mood all day.

Oh, and my back was hurting too.

People keep telling me "Go to the doc, get help sleeping" but here's the thing - I don't WANT to go to the doctors, I don't WANT to rely on pills to control another aspect of my life, and I don't WANT to take pills in order to knock me out. As it is, I rattle with the painkillers, the antidepressants, the anti inflammatories, the migraine pills... More Pills = More Side Effects, and I just can't be dealing with that at the moment. Yeah, I might sleep, but I'll probably end up puking all day, or my hair will fall out, or my piss will turn sparkly green.

Well, the last would be cool, but the rest - no thanks.

So anyway, here we are, Monday morning, the smell of shit firmly in my nose, my hands and feet swollen and the headache is playing around in my noggin. Guess it's time for the school run!