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Bette and Joan on Tired Tuesday

I’ve got the I CAN’T POST THAT disease,  also known as the Type It In Backspace It Out disease.

They look how I feel.

When in doubt, post a picture.  I confess to not being a great fan of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? although I adore both Bette Davis and Joan Crawford, as well as old horror movies.  You may ask me, what’s that all about? But I will not have a good answer.  After all, one can’t like everything.

“I can just about spit in your eye!”

I may not have that quote right, but here is Davis in a movie I thoroughly enjoy, Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, which ironically enough (given my enjoyment of one and dislike of the other) was originally titled Whatever Happened to Cousin Charlotte?  I read all about it in a wonderful book called The Divine Feud by Shaun Considine.  Ooh, now I should find a picture of Crawford in a movie I like, preferably horror.  How about Straitjacket?

The caption is not a line from the movie. Also, Miss Crawford did not appreciate being referred to as a “broad.”

I may flatter myself, but I think this is turning out to be a not bad silly post. I haven’t even mentioned my headache (that was one of the lines I typed in and backspaced out, as mentioned earlier) (oops.  Well, go ahead and judge me for whining).  I’ll keep it short and end with another favorite picture.

She really lost her head over that movie.

Happy Tuesday, everybody.

 

I Did Not Mean Pea Soup

What a perfectly dreadful day and I am not going to apologize for bitching about it!

But at least I will try not to continue bitching.  I had plans for after work, namely getting some Mohawk Valley adventures in before the bad weather starts, both for blogging purposes and to write something for Mohawk Valley Living magazine.  First I had a dreadful headache all afternoon, which got even worse as it got closer to quitting time.  Well, my head doesn’t feel quite so bad now, but the weather!  Yikes!  There is flooding in various places, a fog you can hardly see through, and it is still raining.  It seemed quite irresponsible to go anywhere.

Full disclosure:  I went somewhere.  I went to a big box store that needs no plug from Mohawk Valley Girl.  I needed yarn.  Let’s be reasonable:  if I am going to be stuck inside for the weekend, I have to do SOMETHING.  Clean my house, you say?  I SAID BE REASONABLE!!!  I intend to watch either true crime shows or monster movies and crochet.  I might bake something if it gets too cold in here.  It may not be a weekend worth blogging about, but I expect to enjoy it.

As I left the store, I said to two different people, “This fog is as thick as peanut butter!” Imagine my disappointment when neither responded properly with, “You mean pea soup.”  Of course I would have said, “You eat what you like, I’ll eat what I like!”  Luckily, I was not on an iceberg about to crash, but if I was I would certainly have yelled, “LAAAAND HOOOOOOO!”

Anyways, this will have to do for my Friday Lame Post.  If you are a local reader, stay off the roads if you can.  If you cannot, PLEASE be careful!

 

Late, Lame, but Not Lean

Yesterday I took a real Blogger’s Sick Day.  Judge me if you like, but one can only do so many things when one has a migraine.  Determination will only take you so far.  I was going to say “discipline,” but we all know I am notoriously undisciplined, while nobody refutes that I have a marvelously thick skull.  Maybe that’s my problem with all the headaches.

Just to throw this in there:  I AM doing something about the headaches.  I shall not elaborate on what, because, you know, HIPAA and all that.

Last night I felt incapable of even Lame Post Friday. How unlike me.  It was the last day of work before what I will call Christmas shut-down. I rather thought more people would be feeling more giddy, myself included.  I knew I should have brought cookies.  There is nothing like home-baked cookies to spread the Christmas spirit, as well as to add to the hip-spread of people who really need no help in that direction, myself included.

Yes, I have been sadly aware that this is a HUGE time of year for getting, well, huge.  I knew it was coming; the calendar is remarkably predictable each year, and I have been around quite a number of years.  So did I prepare by dropping a few pounds ahead of time (yes, I KNOW yo-yo dieting is a terrible thing; I’m only talking about five pounds, is that such a problem?)?  Of course not!  I’m still trying to drop the few pounds I put on last Christmas!

So this is my Friday Lame Post:  a late lament about my weight.  I believe that is sufficiently lame, yet universal enough that I hope some people are at least mildly entertained.  For those of you who are not so plagued by those pounds (either by not putting them on or not caring if you do), you may bask in the glow of superiority.   We’ll call that just another service I provide.

 

Posting After Midnight

I almost never get up in the middle of the night.  When I can’t sleep, I just lie quietly and keep trying.  Once in a while I read a book with a flashlight (so as not to disturb my husband, and also because too much light will wake you right up).  So here I am, having gotten all the way up, come downstairs, and gotten onto the laptop, knowing damn well that screens are not conducive to sleep (I read that somewhere, or I heard it on the health segment on the news, or maybe both).

Well, you see, I went to bed early with a migraine, having not made my blog post, largely due to having the headache most of the day.  I am still suffering from great pain in my head as well as nausea.  And I woke up, unable to get back to sleep, and fearing that too much sleep will only give me a worse headache.  So I thought, “I’ll go downstairs and make my blog post.”  Unfortunately, I feel to ill to do anything but complain.  I know, what a whiny baby.  I hate to be called whiny, but sometimes I just have to cop to it.

But here is one amusing thing:  how I remember how to spell “nausea.”  On an episode of The Flintstones, Fred and Barney got a boat.  One of them wanted to name it “Nautical Lady,” and the other wanted, “The Queen of the Sea.”  They took the first three letters of one and the last three letters of the other.  Betty said, “What a sickening name!”  I’m thinking it would be a good name for the boat of a person who often got seasick.

And now I am approaching 300 words.  I call that respectable for a Blogger’s Sick Day.  I’ll try for a better post tomorrow, when my headache goes away.

 

In My Defense, It’s a Bad Headache

I went for a run earlier today, thinking I could make a Running Commentary post.  It beats a Tired Tuesday post, so I thought.  Well, I’m not too tired to write a post, but I have another blankety-blank headache!  What’s that all about? I haven’t done anything to give myself a headache!  It’s no fair.

So here I am whining about my tiresome ills instead of entertaining my readers.

That was when I paused and went to Facebook (my usual dodge during these blogging woes), where I posted that my head hurt and I couldn’t write.  A Facebook friend encouraged me to continue writing my blog post about having a headache.  To be sure, I have had worse headaches.  For one thing, I am sitting upright typing.  The headache has not made my nauseous (I just tried about twelve spellings of “nauseous” before happening on the right one; where’s my damn dictionary, anyways?).

Continuing to count my blessings, I see it is almost time for Steven to get home from work.  We need to go vote.  After my shower, I put on a cute outfit (although perhaps I flatter myself).

Ooh, I hear him now.

I stopped typing and went to vote.  It is one’s democratic duty.  And it did not take long.  No lines, no waiting.  I love small town living.  Once we got home I warmed up and ate some sausage soup, so I am feeling better about everything.  So this is my Tired Tuesday post.  Run, headache, vote.  Oh, and I did a load of laundry.  I’ll get my act together yet!  I hope to see you all on Wuss-out Wednesday, when Mohawk Valley Girl will be surprised and pleased to have made it half-way through the week.

 

 

Another Blogger’s Sick Day

I just can’t do it.  I can’t let today be the day I don’t make a post.  Oh, I know, there have been a few days I’ve missed, due to computer problems or, well, falling asleep.  I made my post for those days as early as possible the next morning.  I thought briefly of doing that today, but, well, here I am, here is the laptop, my fingers are not broken, I have  internet connection, and I am awake.

Full disclosure:  I don’t want to be.  I think I am coming down with a cold or something.  I’m tired, I have a sick headache, I feel inclined to do nothing but whine.  My dear husband, Steven, suggested I take today off.  It was a kind, loving suggestion.  But I just feel if I take one day off, I will take all the days off, and then I will not be a blogger any more.  I suppose that would not be such a great loss to the blogosphere.  There are plenty of bloggers out there, many of them better than I am in different ways.

So I begin to ask myself, why am I still posting every day?  I started this blog in May of 2011 with the intention of posting every day for one year.  I don’t know what I thought was going to happen after a year, but it seemed a good goal to set for myself.  Now six years and a couple of months later, I am still at it.  Sometimes I feel a little proud of myself for that.  Then I think of all the foolish posts I’ve made along the way (YES, I realize this is one of them! Sheesh!), and I wonder.

However, when one is coming down with a miserable cold, it is not the best time to question one’s life choices.  One is likely to feel the only good choice would be to crawl into bed, pull up the covers, and cry.  Well, at least I won’t do the last one.  For one reason, it dehydrates one to cry, and it is important to stay hydrated, especially when ailing.  I am sure some readers will feel I might just as well have taken tonight off (you know who you are). No matter.  I am counting this as my Monday Mental Meanderings, and I am going to make myself some hot tea.  Thank you for tuning in.

 

Neither Carnival Nor Much Soul

I feel like the reflection, blurry.

I would love to do a Monster Movie Monday, but the movie on my mind today does not exactly have a monster in it.  Carnival of Souls (1962) is low budget, atmospheric and CREEEEPY!  I admire it intensely, although I can’t say it is a pleasure to watch.  I find it unsettling.  What I really love is how scary it is using just make up, camera work, and acting.

This was my favorite among the posters I found.

This is why I don’t often write about movies I truly admire, especially horror movies.  I don’t want to tell you anything about it.  I feel a movie like this is best enjoyed if you allow it to unfold before you.  Well, maybe I could share a couple of pictures, which I found on a Carnival of Souls Facebook page.

I suppose we could call this a monster.

 

Here is another depiction of how I feel, only I am dry. And I have short hair.

Full disclosure:  I did not intend to write about this at all.  I was going to call this Migraine Monday, because I have been suffering this nagging headache most of the afternoon.  It is not a full-blown migraine, but you know how I love alliteration.  To add to my sense of ill-usage, it got worse AFTER work.  What’s that all about?  But I was afraid it would sound like whining and begging for sympathy.  I’m not, really. Actually, I’m afraid this is not a very good blog post, and I am offering a pathetic excuse.  Hmmm… that doesn’t sound much better, does it?  So judge me.  Happy Monday, everyone.

 

Run Before G.R.A.V.E.

Good things happen all at once.  Just when this blog ought to become All G.R.A.V.E. All The Time, I find it also must become All Fireman 5K All The Time.  Yes, this Saturday, Oct. 14 I shall run a 5K in the morning and act in a murder mystery in the evening.  I know, that’s not a huge lot on my plate (I know YOU probably do more before breakfast) (you know who you are), but you know how easily I get flustered.  I just got back from running and must study my lines for tonight’s rehearsal.  However, I shall first attempt a Running Commentary post in order to avoid Wrist to Forehead Sunday later.

It was pouring rain when we got up this morning.  I was guiltily happy to postpone my run.  I even wondered if the rain would keep up enough to make an indoor run on the mini-tramp eligible.  For one reason, I never finished watching the John Barrymore silent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that I started watching the last time I ran on the mini-tramp.  However, the rain soon stopped.  When I stepped out on the front porch to get the newspaper, I noticed how muggy it was. Yikes!  I hate a muggy run, and it’s October, for heavens’ sake!  However, after Steven left for work shortly before nine, I suppressed my feelings of ill-usage and got into running clothes.

I sought out the loosest shirt I could find, which was a large, low-cut, sleeveless t-shirt I wear when I go swimming (for a bathing suit, I wear spandex shorts, a sports bra, and that shirt to cover my fat gut).  My sports bras showed, so I made sure I wore colors that didn’t clash with light pink: hot pink and grey.  I know I will never look like anything but a plodding, overweight middle-aged lady when I run, but at least my colors are coordinated.  I further decided to run with a bottle of water in my hand.  I felt desperately thirsty by the end of yesterday’s run.  Also, I planned to run to Herkimer College, which would bring me right near the spring, for a re-fill.

Oh, it was warm and muggy.  There were puddles to dodge around.  I had taken the precaution of wearing an older pair of running shoes, so that was all right.  Still, I don’t need all that dirty water splashing up my legs, so I dodged.  I felt tired and ploddy, so I decided to run up to the college the back way.  It is longer but less steep.  Also, it is in a wooded area, so there might be shade.  I treasure shade.  By the way, I do not care if ploddy is a word or not, it is how I felt.

As I approached the road I wanted, I noticed a new sign saying “Do Not Enter.”  Score!  I could feel like a rebel! The little sign below said, “Authorized vehicles only,”  so I figured it was only closed to vehicular traffic. I thought they would not object to a ploddy, overweight, middle-aged lady, especially on a Sunday.  As I plodded up the road, moving just fast enough that I could pretend to myself it was a run, I saw they are doing work on it.  I made a note to myself to keep running this way on occasion, so I can mark their progress.

My body was not loving this run.  However, one must persevere, especially when one has a 5K to run in less than a week (yikes!).  Actually, you can ignore that parenthetical comment;  I have no reason to “yike,”  I am in plenty good shape for a 5K.  I don’t expect to get a good time, but I feel sure I will have a good time, if you see what I mean.  As I often observe, one must push through the bad runs to get to the good ones. This run was not horrible, at least, not yet.  I continued on up Reservoir Road, which is uphill but more of a gentle slope.  I still struggled a little, but you’ll have that.  Finally I was crossing over and starting on my way down.

And that was when it got horrible.  The sun had come out and was reflecting off the wet pavement like a wide, bright beam of headache.  If I had been wearing my polarized sunglasses and wearing a hat with a brim, I’d have been fine.  As it was, yikes (here I have good reason to  “yike”)!  Still, I didn’t see anything I could do but keep going and hope for a cloud.  Twice I was able to in the grass and take advantage of the shade offered by a row of trees.  Ah, I love to go off-road on occasion (I know some people mean something different than that, and I like those runs too).  At last I got to Lou Ambers Drive, where the trees offered some shade.

Of course the shade did not last.  However, a handy cloud gave some temporary relief, and as always, I tried to count my blessings.  Another blessing is the wide shoulder on that road, because a couple of cars were coming up it.  This is why I like to run on sidewalks when possible.  Occasionally the wind would pick up, and that was another blessing.  It was not enough to dry my sweat, but I was sweating profusely.  Sorry if that gives you an unfortunate mental image (but not real sorry).

I ran for 44 minutes, which was last week’s time.  Normally I try to up it by 10 percent each week, but today I must recruit my energies for this afternoon’s G.R.A.V.E. rehearsal.  Additionally, it should take me less than 44 minutes to run the 5K, so I can feel confident about that.  If the headache the bright sun gave me goes away (can’t say the sun never gave me nuthin’), my life will be perfect.

For more information about the East Herkimer Fire Department 5K, visit their Facebook page.  For more information on A GR.A.V.E. Murder, visit its Facebook event.  And Happy Sunday, everyone.

 

Graveyard, Nosferatu, What’s Not to Like?

I was feeling better than I felt yesterday, so I went running.  I was going to do a Running Commentary post, but in the first place, the run was not that memorable.  In the second place, my headache is back and I have to start thinking about dinner.  As I was looking through Facebook, hoping for a little inspiration (oh, don’t give me that hoary cliche that inspiration follows writing, sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t, and sometimes you do so get it before you write).  Where was I?  Ah yes, I found a monster movie picture, and you know how I love to make a post of monster movie pictures.

SO atmospheric! I love it!

It is from the James Whale Frankenstein.  It reminded me of another picture of a cemetery in another horror movie.  I knew I had seen it on Facebook at some point but could not remember what page.  I went to The Golden Age of Monster Movies, a group I am in, and began scrolling through their photos.  Of course I could not find the one I was looking for, and I do not have all night to search for an obscure picture.  However, I soon found a shot of my favorite guy, Nosferatu.  I must share Nosferatu.

I remember this shot from the first time I saw this movie, when I was in the sixth grade. I was scarred for life, but, you know, in a good way.

So I gave up on doing a graveyard theme and just looked for a couple more pictures I liked.  I soon found the following:

We recently watched this one. I should write a blog post about it. I haven’t written about a cheesy horror movie in a long time.

 

I have no idea what this is from, but Peter Lorre, Vincent Price, a severed head, what’s not to like?

So this is my Wuss-out Wednesday post for the week.  I don’t say I won’t have another day of monster movie pictures and silly commentary, but at least I won’t call it Wuss-out Wednesday.  As always, thank you for tuning in.

 

Saturday Sick Day

I’m taking a blogger’s sick day.  Of course, as regular readers know, that does not mean I will leave this page mercifully blank for a blessed 24 hours.  Good God no, I have to post every day, barring certain unforeseen circumstances such as electronic malfunctions.  It just means my post will be even more foolish than it sometimes is and I will apologize even less.

Here’s the funny thing about feeling so awful for most of today:  I had spent all day Friday planning how I was going to turn my life around and Get Stuff Done.  I was going to do X, Y and Z (no point in bothering you nice people with details) on Saturday, including looking ahead to the coming week and deciding specific things to do at specific times on specific days.  Oh, was I ever going to get my act together!

And I did manage to get a few things done today.  I woke up with a bit of a headache, discovered that I do not have any Immitrex (ooh, was that a HIPAA violation to mention the name of the drug?), decided not to worry about it, and set about my day.  I ended up having a rather nightmarish drive home around 11:30 with a raging migraine.  Then again, this is me:  I was still listening to “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” on NPR and trying to guess the right answers (I got a few).  So I suppose I am self-dramatizing a little.  You had a headache, Cindy, get over it, you weren’t DYING!

After some ibuprofen,  a long nap and a hot shower, I was not feeling too awful.  I did the dishes, looked at Facebook, and started supper.  It’s actually a pretty good supper, although I’m guessing at that, because I haven’t finished cooking yet.  I could have done a cooking post, except that I was too anxious to whine about my migraine.

So, act still not together but blog post made.  I still have time to plan for the coming week.  Happy Saturday, everyone.