I think I slept tense last night.
As I woke up with an ache behind my eyes that wasn't there when I went to bed.
Why I slept tense, who knows.
But it didn't help that it was Fast Sunday today at church.
Which meant....not eating food.
And while the headache faded for a bit thanks to some Excedrin before Church,
It came back, like it usually does on Fast Sundays. Because socializing and having to go with lower energy levels...never is a good combination for me.
Thankfully some rest and distraction and real food was able to solve the problem pretty quickly. :)
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Writing Woes
A slight ache behind the eyes.
From focusing.
Too much intensive thinking.
Tensing of shoulders.
Trying to decide.
How best to put the words and scenes in my mind.
Down on paper.
Yet the ache grows stronger.
Behind my eyes.
Because the words do not come.
I cannot focus.
So I leave to go and do.
and hope. Hope that the words will come when I get back.
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Awake Yet?
The solid thud of the phone landing on my head jerked me awake when the continuous ringing of it's tone had not. I groaned, blinking my eyes blearily as fumbled to hit the button to pick up the phone. "Lo?" I mumbled, rubbing at my head as I tried to figure out where I was.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you for forty minutes! Where are you?" Came the snappy reply.
"I'm...." I glanced around again, slowly piecing together the scene. "I'm in the office," I exhaled, standing as I turned for the door. If he was calling at this time that meant. "Hold on, I'll come unlock the doors."
"Finally! You do know it's freezing out here right? What took you so long to answer the phone?"
"I didn't hear it." I said truthfully as I plodded down the stairs to the door.
He clicked his phone shut raising an eyebrow as I let him in. "Did you actually fall asleep?"
I fought back a yawn and failed. "If I say No...."
"I won't believe you. How long have you been here!"
I locked the doors again, leading him back upstairs. "Uh...."
"Too long if you can't remember."
-Inspiration from ringing phones and a customer comment
"I've been trying to get a hold of you for forty minutes! Where are you?" Came the snappy reply.
"I'm...." I glanced around again, slowly piecing together the scene. "I'm in the office," I exhaled, standing as I turned for the door. If he was calling at this time that meant. "Hold on, I'll come unlock the doors."
"Finally! You do know it's freezing out here right? What took you so long to answer the phone?"
"I didn't hear it." I said truthfully as I plodded down the stairs to the door.
He clicked his phone shut raising an eyebrow as I let him in. "Did you actually fall asleep?"
I fought back a yawn and failed. "If I say No...."
"I won't believe you. How long have you been here!"
I locked the doors again, leading him back upstairs. "Uh...."
"Too long if you can't remember."
-Inspiration from ringing phones and a customer comment
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Tensed Again
My social battery died early today. To the point where I was pretty sure if anyone talked to me I would snap at them. So I was grateful I had a shorter shift today so I could leave and go hide in my room, take a nap and try to recharge.
However, recharging came with the usual issue of I ended up sleeping tense, and so I woke up with a slight headache. That thankfully went away with some real food and liquids today. Compared to the last couple of days. This one was easy to deal with. Though not to self, less naps when tense. It only makes me tenser.
However, recharging came with the usual issue of I ended up sleeping tense, and so I woke up with a slight headache. That thankfully went away with some real food and liquids today. Compared to the last couple of days. This one was easy to deal with. Though not to self, less naps when tense. It only makes me tenser.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
A Continuation
The headache was still there this morning.
But thankfully, I was able to work it into almost nonexistence at work....
Until I got a phone call....
That was circular in nature, where a guy kept trying to decide if he should give up his cat or not for the simple reason that the cat was peeing on the floor just outside the litterbox and he wanted her to stop doing that....but wasn't willing to try any of the suggestions I was offering him to potentially fix the problem. *exhales*
The conversation just went in circles of me repeating the same thing and him repeating the same thing for 12 minutes until the guy finally decided he could hang up.
And I was just...irritated. Because this guy kept wanting to take the cat to the pound, and after every thing I suggested he was like "So I should just take her to the pound? I dunno, I still love her you know, I don't know..."
It was like everything I said translated in his head to "Oh, so she needs to go to the pound." When I wasn't saying that at all.
And my irritation at having to deal with that situation...set the embers of my headache roaring back into full force. To the point where I felt physically nauseous. *exhales*
Thankfully, a trip to Wendy's for food and a Dr. Pepper helped to make that headache fade enough for me to get home where I could further relax.
It's still lurking off an on, but hopefully by tomorrow....this headache is gone.
But thankfully, I was able to work it into almost nonexistence at work....
Until I got a phone call....
That was circular in nature, where a guy kept trying to decide if he should give up his cat or not for the simple reason that the cat was peeing on the floor just outside the litterbox and he wanted her to stop doing that....but wasn't willing to try any of the suggestions I was offering him to potentially fix the problem. *exhales*
The conversation just went in circles of me repeating the same thing and him repeating the same thing for 12 minutes until the guy finally decided he could hang up.
And I was just...irritated. Because this guy kept wanting to take the cat to the pound, and after every thing I suggested he was like "So I should just take her to the pound? I dunno, I still love her you know, I don't know..."
It was like everything I said translated in his head to "Oh, so she needs to go to the pound." When I wasn't saying that at all.
And my irritation at having to deal with that situation...set the embers of my headache roaring back into full force. To the point where I felt physically nauseous. *exhales*
Thankfully, a trip to Wendy's for food and a Dr. Pepper helped to make that headache fade enough for me to get home where I could further relax.
It's still lurking off an on, but hopefully by tomorrow....this headache is gone.
Monday, May 1, 2017
Internal Fuming
Headaches are the worst. ...Will explain in more depth later.
It's now later.
It probably began with the odd dream I had.
As occasionally I have dreams about people who have really specific background life stories that make the person seem super real. Like I could have run into them on the street real.
And in this dream, it was about a girl named grace. Who had run away from a camping trip, intending to hitchhike to Vermond (somewhere in the NorthEastern U.S.) but was found two years later, trying to attempt suicide, but then there was this life jump forward where she's suddenly 55 and has spent her entire life hitchhiking around the states, meeting a ton of different people and speaking at public events. To which she'd met two nice guys just before coming to the event she was now speaking at, and one of those guys had two children, one of whom was named Grace, so she'd basically just met herself......but throughout this entire spiel...there was like this undercurrent of she was a hitchhiking serial killer and had killed all these people she'd encountered. (Because I dream weird things and probably have watched too many crime shows.)
Which was the state of mind that I woke up in. Wondering why in the world I was dream something like that. :S
So my mind was in a haze with that sort of thing when I went into work....where I managed to switch gears and go into 'writing mode' where I work on story concepts while I'm tasking.
Until....I had to deal with a trialsome pair of customers who were trying to return a dog class that they hadn't purchased at our store, to our store (which they can't do) and after going the extra mile for them found out the class they'd purchased in the other store had been purchased back in OCTOBER. Which was why they couldn't return it in the first place because we only have a 60 day return policy on those. And they were being rather...entitled trying to blame us for their mistake in not going to the class in the first place. *shakes head*
So the afterwards I was fuming on that conversation in my head, which probably tensed me up as the headache happened soon after that....
And didn't leave.
Sleep, Food, Meds, Shower, Heatpack? All didn't help.
*head desk*
It's now later.
It probably began with the odd dream I had.
As occasionally I have dreams about people who have really specific background life stories that make the person seem super real. Like I could have run into them on the street real.
And in this dream, it was about a girl named grace. Who had run away from a camping trip, intending to hitchhike to Vermond (somewhere in the NorthEastern U.S.) but was found two years later, trying to attempt suicide, but then there was this life jump forward where she's suddenly 55 and has spent her entire life hitchhiking around the states, meeting a ton of different people and speaking at public events. To which she'd met two nice guys just before coming to the event she was now speaking at, and one of those guys had two children, one of whom was named Grace, so she'd basically just met herself......but throughout this entire spiel...there was like this undercurrent of she was a hitchhiking serial killer and had killed all these people she'd encountered. (Because I dream weird things and probably have watched too many crime shows.)
Which was the state of mind that I woke up in. Wondering why in the world I was dream something like that. :S
So my mind was in a haze with that sort of thing when I went into work....where I managed to switch gears and go into 'writing mode' where I work on story concepts while I'm tasking.
Until....I had to deal with a trialsome pair of customers who were trying to return a dog class that they hadn't purchased at our store, to our store (which they can't do) and after going the extra mile for them found out the class they'd purchased in the other store had been purchased back in OCTOBER. Which was why they couldn't return it in the first place because we only have a 60 day return policy on those. And they were being rather...entitled trying to blame us for their mistake in not going to the class in the first place. *shakes head*
So the afterwards I was fuming on that conversation in my head, which probably tensed me up as the headache happened soon after that....
And didn't leave.
Sleep, Food, Meds, Shower, Heatpack? All didn't help.
*head desk*
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