Ugh. Migraines.
I desperately need to figure out a solution to my awful migraines, which don’t occur all that often but are pretty day/life-ruining when they do happen. When in Boston, I usually cancel all appointments, head to bed in a dark, dark room, and pray for a better tomorrow. But here in LA, especially when I’m on the way to some place, I’m stuck with no respite for my nausea or light sensitivity, and the results are devastatingly mortifying. Take, for example, the other day, when I puked my brains out in the middle of a gas station in Los Angeles in front of rush hour traffic. Thankfully, my friend Evelina had the foresight to speed off pretty much as soon as I was done ralphing. I’m just glad this didn’t happen in the Alloy offices.
And then, after two Korean-themed meals, Evelina drove me home, only to have me puke once again just blocks away from my home. For some reason, my biggest concern at the moment was ensuring that my mother didn’t suspect I was drunk. Seemed like a logical worry at the time.
