Brain and brain: what is brain?
May. 30th, 2014 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feldman~*~ I drew a better genetic lot than my mother or brother, who have far more frequent migraines than I do. Mine tend to cluster when several weak triggers overlap. I want to emphasize that I do know things could be much worse, and considering the funky sleep schedule I have with this job, I'm doing better than expected.
It's simply that, for the luxury of occasionally losing touch with the whole 'migraineur' identity, I will be chronically brutally reminded that no, the tab needs to be settled and the brain requires a chemical reboot. And then another a few days later. And maybe a week after that it happens twice.
Today there was too much sun, not enough sleep, and the hormonal switcheroo of ovulation.
~*~ The burrowed brindled baby bunny butts we could peek at in a shallow hole in the front yard have become brindled baby bunny butts bounding in the back yard.
~*~ How come I don't know anyone with a lilac bush I can clip a bouquet from? I live in a bungalow neighborhood for Pete's sake.
~*~ I hate clothes shopping. But spending $15 resale on a pair of $70 jeans that fit my dupa and don't require a belt? I think I won at clothes shopping. And blew all of my luck. It's all downhill from here and in a few years I'll be wandering about in ratty underpants and wrapped in a bed sheet toga for warmth.
It's simply that, for the luxury of occasionally losing touch with the whole 'migraineur' identity, I will be chronically brutally reminded that no, the tab needs to be settled and the brain requires a chemical reboot. And then another a few days later. And maybe a week after that it happens twice.
Today there was too much sun, not enough sleep, and the hormonal switcheroo of ovulation.
~*~ The burrowed brindled baby bunny butts we could peek at in a shallow hole in the front yard have become brindled baby bunny butts bounding in the back yard.
~*~ How come I don't know anyone with a lilac bush I can clip a bouquet from? I live in a bungalow neighborhood for Pete's sake.
~*~ I hate clothes shopping. But spending $15 resale on a pair of $70 jeans that fit my dupa and don't require a belt? I think I won at clothes shopping. And blew all of my luck. It's all downhill from here and in a few years I'll be wandering about in ratty underpants and wrapped in a bed sheet toga for warmth.
