I woke up with an awful headache this morning after dreaming about saving kittens from an abandoned house. The two are unrelated, I am sure, but it was a really weird and very involved dream. I even dreamt of trying to adopt the orange kitten but was worried since he was a boy that our male cat, “Meeko,” would throw a fit and hate us for the next year.
I have never woken up hungover, and I was not drinking last night, but I think this is part of how it feels. Head pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, eyes hurt to focus on anything.. Don’t want to move but can’t stay in bed because the pressure is too much and pain meds are in the kitchen. Ouch.
I had wanted to get out of the apartment today, go for a walk if it wasn’t too rainy or maybe walk on the treadmill at my apartment complex’s laughably small “gym.” But for now I am stranded on the couch with a heating pad on my shoulders, listening to my heart beat in my ears. I think the worst part is knowing what my ob-gyn in South Carolina told me: No pain relievers other than tylenol because it can negatively impact implantation. Nothing but tylenol and a prenatal should be going in your mouth.
And that is a quote. Apparently you can’t have a baby and take excedrin migraine too. I don’t think she knew tylenol stopped working for me when I was six, but that’s not to say I didn’t take it anyway.