Well, I had a little bit of good news last week, for the first time since 2011, I don't have to go back to my skin cancer doc for 12 months.... as long as the two biopsies he took come back clear.  I think they will, so I'm pretty happy about that.

We had our office Christmas party today. It was really nice for the most part (that one guy who is an asshole insisted on coming up to me and making an insulting comment, but he's a dick who's mad I'm taller than he is, younger than he is and people like me, whereas they hate him, so it didn't  bother me too much). The party was in the fancy penthouse of a restaurant in downtown. Lots of people were there, everyone was in a good mood, delicious nibbles were served and there was an open bar. I think I was in the minority, drinking diet soda though. No way was I gonna drink at a work function!  As usual, when I felt the time was right, I snuck out quietly without making a fuss.  I hope I don't get in trouble for leaving early, I think I bailed at about 4pm (it was supposed to go until 5pm).  I know I wasn't the first to leave, so I should be okay.  Boy, traffic really sucked, even at that early hour, so I'm glad I left when I did.

Tomorrow, I HAVE to buy toys to take in and donate Friday and Saturday.  I keep forgetting to do it!!!

To all my fellow Americans out there who do not have family nearby.....Happy Thanksgiving!

I know it sucks, but it's just one day.  I don't usually celebrate it, preferring to forego the invitations from my friends who host dinner for all their "strays". I went to a friends house last year, but I'm not sure about this year. I've received a few invitations, but I may sit this one out and just hang around the apartment. I dunno.

Again... It's just one day, plus, I have to work Friday. Last year I'd taken the week off.

Anyway, again - Happy Thanksgiving.

This election is doing nothing to help me out of my weeks long funk.

I only hope that tomorrow will bring a win for, who I feel, is the most qualified (and dignified) candidate.

Wow, Friday night at EC's was both fun and horrifying. Mainly horrifying though.   I'll go into it at a later date, I'm still processing.

I was really sad to hear Kevin Meaney passed away. He was one of my all time favorite comedians and I'm thankful that I was fortunate enough to see him perform a few times over the years.

I'm on call for jury duty this week. Not knowing if I'm going to get called sucks!  It's hard to schedule meetings, etc if you don't know if you're going to be in the office or not from one day to the next.

That, coupled with some uncertainty I've got going on in my life....... I don't know how to fix certain things. I want everyone to be happy, but I don't think I can make that happen.

 Truth be told, I'm feeling really down.  Really down.

Looks like we're meeting at EC's in a bit. The good part is that Mexican food and margarita's sound really good right now. The crummy part is that a bus drove by while I was waiting to cross the street and I have 20 mins to wait until the next one!

I had my EIGHTH package of the year stolen from my apartment building hallway last night.  That kind of stuff never happened to me at other apartment buildings! This one was another Christmas gift I was going to give to my mom. At this rate, I won't have any money left to get her anything nice!

So frustrating.

Bring on the tacos and margarita's!!!! 15 more minutes until the next bus......

I know I've been terrible about posting, sorry!

It turns out the migraine I mentioned in my last post wasn't a one-off, stand alone occurrence.  Instead, it lead to me having cluster migraines (look them up if you aren't familiar with them, please) over the past few weeks.  They've been horrific. I went to the doctor to try and get either an injectible prescription or a nasal spray prescription (it's impossible to take a pill once a migraine has started), but only one comes in either form (Imitrex) and I can't take it as it makes me sick.

My doctor (and, coincidentally, my father...who also suffers from migraines) suggested that I get Botox injections as a preventative treatment. I got a referral to a neurologist, so I just need to try and set-up an appointment.  I've called a few times, but haven't been able to get through to the scheduler.  I've been extraordinarily fortunate enough to be pretty much wrinkle-free thus far, so I find it odd that I may be getting Botox shots.  My dad has said in the past that, while the shots didn't eliminate his migraines altogether, they have been life changing. Dude,  I just hope they work and that my insurance covers them. I'm tired of feeling shitty and on the verge of being sick!  Wish me luck!

Apart from being out of commission in a darkened room, throwing-up and wanting to die, I have only managed to do one thing over the past month. That was helping my friend with the grand opening of her store.  It was a blazing hot day, but I got to see folks I used to work with. It was a fun experience. Sam and I are trying to plan getting together for cocktails this Friday at either EC's or someplace up by them (I'll stay the night if that's what we do).

Work has been good.  The office has closed early most fridays, which is pretty sweet.

Can I say that I can't wait for this election to be over? The whole thing makes me feel gross.

That's about it for now. Gotham has jumped up on my lap and needs some attention....

This is probably going to sound dramatic-- I know, I know, you're thinking "Dramatic? Robin? Nooooooooooooo", right?

So, anyway......I feel pretty terrible about last week. Emotionally and physically. Last Friday morning I woke up to some really crappy news in the mail, then when I went to get into the car to go to work, it started making a new noise (that didnt sound good at all), when I got to work, everyone was in a bad mood (I mean EVERYONE), some things I had lined-up and ready to go, ended-up not being ready to go and then everyone left early, but I had to stay late.  Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

After work I had plans to go out to dinner and to a concert. I feel terrible that my mood was so crappy going into it. I was doing my best to try and change it, but not having much luck. The thing is, I was so focused on trying to improve my mood that I didn't realize what was really going on with me.

My normally acute sense of smell was stuck on hyperdrive. When I got into the car to go to dinner, I could smell everyone and everything that had ever been in the car and it was making me nauseous. I felt like I should have been wearing sunglasses as the sun was still so bright. A bus was next to the car and the sound of the air brakes felt like it almost ruptured my ear drums.  I'm trying to hold a conversation while all this was going on. Asking questions, answering questions, etc. trying to focus, but not having too much luck. I feel really bad about that. I mean, REALLY bad.

We got to the restaurant and it was really nice and the food seemed to be very good. I was going to order a cocktail, but something in my head told me to get an iced tea. The craving made sense later on, but I thought it was kind of weird at that moment. I tried to eat, but only managed a few bites. It was good, I just couldn't eat. The atmosphere of the restaurant was calm and soothing. Very nice.

When we were done with dinner, we walked over to the concert hall for the show and the smells, sights and sounds started bombarding me again. Not the music, but the audience surrounding us. Arguments, bad breath, B.O., everything.  Once the house lights came down, it got better.  The music was amazing. I'd really been looking forward to this show for weeks. It was an historic concert and I'm grateful I could be there.

After I got home, I pretty much went straight to bed. At 1:17am I woke up thinking my head was going to explode, rushing to the bathroom to be sick. I knew it wasn't food poisoning since I hadn't really eaten much. Of course, after a few minutes I realized it was a migraine. One of the worst I've had in years. If you have never had one, I guess there is no way you will understand. You probably think they are just bad headaches, but they're not. You get to a point where you want someone to come and shoot you in the head to put you out of your misery. I was at that point for most of the weekend. The thing is, once they hit, unless you have an injectible prescription, a melt prescription or an inhalant prescription, it's too late to take anything because you can't keep it down. I don't have any of those three, so I was out of luck. The only time you feel a tiny bit better is right after throwing up, but it starts up again within a minute or so. Sleeping in a dark, cool room seems to be the only thing that you can do. Sometimes a cold bath helps, not always though.  Two straight days of vomiting, crying and wanting to die (no food, only water), then another two-three days of slowly starting to feel better. In all, 5 days of being out of commission.

Looking back over the day, I should have seen the signs: heightened senses of smell, sound and sight, edgy temperament, the craving of the iced tea (caffeine is a vasoconstrictor and an ingredient in my migraine medicine), which explains why I felt a little better leaving the restaurant. The weird thing is, usually when I have a migraine coming on, my pallor changes, my temperature drops a little and my pupils change. None of that happened this time.

I tried to apologize at one point or another to everyone I may have been rude or "off" to. Most everyone knows me and understood. I'm so fortunate to have people in my life who care enough to realize what was going on, cut me some slack and not get mad. Just about everyone said something to the effect of "I knew something was going on, you weren't your normal self, it's okay".

I finally felt back to normal on Wednesday. Just in time to get ready for everything I have to do this weekend. I had a bunch of things I was supposed to do last weekend that are pushed to this one, so it's going to be a little hectic.

I'm glad I'm feeling better though. I really do appreciate it when I don't feel crummy.