Last night, in between having a little fun, a headache started, and tugged at my sleeve a little bit, but decided to bide its time. Its time, as it turned out, was apparently 3:00 a.m. Terribly painful. By four, five ibuprofen into a losing battle, and lying in bed unconscious - but mummified, and unmoving, rather than experiencing actual sleep or rest - I knew my hopes of an SBC meeting might be dashed.
Last month, seeing Mr. X, I'd canceled actually hosting the SBC. These women are forgiving, but I felt bad about that - even with an obviously compelling reason. I was excited to see them today - and ended up not doing so.
I got the least sleep last night I've had in a good while, and for a worse reason than in years. Night headaches aren't unusual for me, but an hour or three of sleep is the usual solution. This kind of pain is a different matter.
Unable to just roll over this morning, I gave up and got up. Pretty much went right out the door, to get done what was necessary - gas, dog food, groceries for me, a prescription - and came right home to recuperate. I was hoping for sleep, but have only gotten an hour. Have done some revision, but word count isn't down much right now. Just waiting until I can go to bed. I expect that will happen early ...
5 hours ago