It made sense at the time!
Yesterday, I had a dental appointment to have a crown put on. I know that I promised to rest for a week to help myself get over the bronchitis/asthmatic thing, but I reasoned that it was a quick appointment that I had already postponed twice already, so it was best to get it over with. Because it would be so fast (maybe 30 minutes) I decided to forego lydocaine and do it without any numbing. I thought it would make it easier to have lunch with a friend immediately afterward if I wasn't doing embarrassing things like biting my cheek repeatedly or drooling.
Everything went well and despite some pain, I was doing fine. My friend and I met at Daphne's Greek Cafe. While waiting to order, I looked at the picture of French fries longingly. My friend said, "You know, you can have them if you rest today." I thought about the wood that I wanted to bring in from the garage to test fit in my office alcove for the new shelving. "Okay, no French fries for me," I sighed. I think she rolled her eyes.
After lunch, I ran a quick errand, then felt a little odd, so I came home. I sat on my loveseat, working on the laptop, when suddenly I fell over in a huge wave of fatigue. I pulled a throw over me, murmured a bit and slipped into a weird state of sleep/fussiness.
A couple hours later, Kathy called. She asked how I was feeling and I said, "I don't know, I don't feel good, I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm so sleepy." Kathy said, "I know what's wrong. I recognize this voice. This your migraine voice." I foggily muttered,"It is? Oh, yeah, this is a migraine!" All I can think is that migraines make me stupid. I've had them since I was at least 10 years old, and half the time I still don't recognize when I have one until I'm hours into it. Or maybe it's just general stupidity?
Lucky me, this migraine cleared up earlier than usual (nightfall is really helpful to me, since light sensitivity is such a big component of my migraines). As it turned out, having the migraine lift made it much easier to feel the intense pain in the side of my face from the dental work. Ow, ow, OW! I spent hours trying to find something that would help the pain; by around midnight I turned to the dark side (Vicodin) and finally stopped hurting a bit.
What this all means is that, despite my intentions, I did end up resting. And that, of course, makes me think, "Aw, gee, I could have had French fries!"
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