Headache: day twelve. When I went back to earlier entries I realized that yesterday's count was wrong--it started on the 27th.
I can't take much more of this. The headache lurks in the background and then occasionally sends blunt spikes of pain through my head to remind me that it isn't gone. Back to the doctor tomorrow.
Thank you so much for your incredible comments for the SS, HG dream fic I posted--I am still walking on clouds. That was so incredibly wonderful and made me feel lovely, despite the pain in the head.
This morning I had an even crazier dream about Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint attending a British con (
dacro and
sheryll were there, too). They had a TV set up and were showing the movie version of DH and I kept telling everyone that it was on but no one seemed interested.
Then it turned out that Dan and I were dating, which is bizarre, because I'm not really into him (David Thewliss? Gary Oldman? Hells yes--Radcliffe? Radcliffe?! My subconscious bewilders me). Then he took me to his apartment, which had two floors with a long staircase between the two (no landing). There was water on the floor of the foyer and I pointed it out and he said, "I'll pay someone to clean that up." We went upstairs and he was really eager to show me the bathroom because he had THREE. ENORMOUS. BATHTUBS. He was all excited because he knew I liked bathtubs. Honestly, I was totally transported with joy. Y'all know I love my baths.
Then his grandmother came up the stairs and surprised us just before he kissed me, and we went back downstairs and I met his family. When I was introduced to the grandmother, I said, "Pleasure to meet you," and her eyebrows nearly crawled up into her hairline because, yo, American. Then his father was introduced, and explained that he was called Red Eddie. He looked a lot like Michael Wincott, actually.
So people end up in groups, and Dan is on the other side of the staircase, and I kind of get to thinking I should go stand next to Dan because we're dating, but because I'm a centaur (I told you it was a bizarre dream) I can't go through under the staircase, because the opening is too small. I want to go in front of the staircase, but Red Eddie is there and he seems like he won't budge.
Then I woke up.
I can't take much more of this. The headache lurks in the background and then occasionally sends blunt spikes of pain through my head to remind me that it isn't gone. Back to the doctor tomorrow.
Thank you so much for your incredible comments for the SS, HG dream fic I posted--I am still walking on clouds. That was so incredibly wonderful and made me feel lovely, despite the pain in the head.
This morning I had an even crazier dream about Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint attending a British con (
Then it turned out that Dan and I were dating, which is bizarre, because I'm not really into him (David Thewliss? Gary Oldman? Hells yes--Radcliffe? Radcliffe?! My subconscious bewilders me). Then he took me to his apartment, which had two floors with a long staircase between the two (no landing). There was water on the floor of the foyer and I pointed it out and he said, "I'll pay someone to clean that up." We went upstairs and he was really eager to show me the bathroom because he had THREE. ENORMOUS. BATHTUBS. He was all excited because he knew I liked bathtubs. Honestly, I was totally transported with joy. Y'all know I love my baths.
Then his grandmother came up the stairs and surprised us just before he kissed me, and we went back downstairs and I met his family. When I was introduced to the grandmother, I said, "Pleasure to meet you," and her eyebrows nearly crawled up into her hairline because, yo, American. Then his father was introduced, and explained that he was called Red Eddie. He looked a lot like Michael Wincott, actually.
So people end up in groups, and Dan is on the other side of the staircase, and I kind of get to thinking I should go stand next to Dan because we're dating, but because I'm a centaur (I told you it was a bizarre dream) I can't go through under the staircase, because the opening is too small. I want to go in front of the staircase, but Red Eddie is there and he seems like he won't budge.
Then I woke up.
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Date: 2008-09-08 03:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-08 04:00 am (UTC)I love the freaky imagery and how you are all of a sudden a centaur and too big to reach your boyfriend.
That's terrible about your headaches. Have you looked into Eastern Medicine? Acupuncture or acupressure massage (or just regular massage?) I'm a massage therapist and used to have horrible headaches caused by Trigger Points that lasted months until the muscles healed. Then I would strain them all over again and the pain would start anew. I had them for a decade at least until I learned about them in class, and CLICK! the lightbulb went off and I knew what was wrong. My teacher used me as a demonstration subject and greatly reduced my pain in one session. If you can tell me more about how these headaches feel and what you think causes them, I may be able to help you. Send me an email if you don't want to talk about it on your LJ page.
Hope you feel better! Keep dreaming!
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:01 am (UTC)Usually I have dreams of a very similar theme; people I know are doing things I don't understand or acting very out of character, and I'm bewildered and upset. There are a couple other control themes also, but they're not that strange.
So these two dreams are a bit unusual. I'm still trying to puzzle out the sense of them. For the fic dream, there were a couple things that kind of lingered in my mind and they were changed a little, but they showed up as the pond and the tin. The centaur dream? I have no clue. I haven't even thought of centaurs in ages.
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:05 am (UTC)Isaacs ABSOLUTELY HELL YES RIGHT HERE ON THE TABLE.
The boys, though, I'm not that into. Though the twins are near enough men that I'm quite tempted.
That's terrible about your headaches.
This headache is centered in my sinuses, and my sinuses are swollen, so I'm fairly certain that it's sinusitis again. The antibiotics I was prescribed are not working, so I'm going to go back tomorrow and hopefully he will give me stronger ones.
Generally I don't get that many headaches, especially after I had my eyelid surgery. Now I only get one headache a month, the hormonal one that precedes the monthly curse.
;) Thanks for the offer!
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-08 04:21 am (UTC)One minute I was walking around on two, the next four, with not a blink of the eye. Surreal!
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Date: 2008-09-08 05:23 am (UTC)You need moar drugs.
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Date: 2008-09-08 06:23 am (UTC)Also, whats you name on Etsy? You have dragged me to the site and I am now obsessed.
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Date: 2008-09-08 07:22 am (UTC)I guess you've tried warm packs on your forehead? It loosens the goo I found. Nose runs forever then, but at least the pressure goes.
Get well soon! (Even though that might make you loose the funny dreams too)
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Date: 2008-09-08 12:36 pm (UTC)Oh and the dream?
Tame stuff for you! ;) And far more interesting than dreaming a Seinfeld episode (Seinfeld! How long since that's been on?) featuring George Costanza being hauled off by police yelling, "I'm a wizard! I'm a wizard!"
Red wine. Gotta be the red wine.
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:11 pm (UTC)and I so need to have your dreams!
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:49 pm (UTC)Sinuses + antibiotics = crack!dreams. hee!
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:50 pm (UTC)ahaha! I have no idea why my consciousness only picked those two con-goers. Weird, huh? It's really a shame--you could have watched DH!
Also, whats you name on Etsy? You have dragged me to the site and I am now obsessed.
ha!! I will email it to you. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:54 pm (UTC)And I'm glad yours is gone! *waves at it*
It would be a shame to lose the dreams--this morning I dreamt I was carrying huge snails out of a house (so big I had to use two hands to pick them up).
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:56 pm (UTC)oh noes! Those bastard dizzies! That really sucks.
And far more interesting than dreaming a Seinfeld episode (Seinfeld! How long since that's been on?) featuring George Costanza being hauled off by police yelling, "I'm a wizard! I'm a wizard!"
omg, that is the most hilarious! I would pay to watch that episode, seriously, and I don't even care much for Seinfeld.
Red wine = crack!dreams!
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Date: 2008-09-08 04:57 pm (UTC)I'm going back in another hour or two. :) Thanks for the worry. *hugs*
This morning I dreamt that I was taking giant snails and conchs out of my living room one by one. They were so big I had to pick each one up with both hands.