I’ve had a migraine all day so far. I took some Excedrin Migraine, but to no avail. I’m running a fever, too. I had to run on the treadmill again this morning. It’s going down to -22 with windchill factor tonight. When I was a teenager, I would have run outside in this weather. I used to put a layer of vaseline on any exposed skin, and run no matter what. I remember it being painful to breathe at first, and the taste of blood on my breath when doing it. It takes a while for your lungs to warm up the air, and you become hyper aware of the hairs in your nose, because they freeze. It’s a strange feeling.
I was exercise obsessed as a teenager. Well, not any exercise. Running, and a few calisthenics that are necessary to run well. You have to keep a strong core to be a good runner. I still use a balance board, hula hoop, and pushups. My most common injury is shin splints (from choosing aesthetic over function in shoes), and hamstring pulls. My hamstrings are too tight, I think. Otherwise, I’m good to go unless I have a migraine. This frustrates me, because I’m almost positive running would fix a migraine. It makes your blood vessels expand to meet the increased oxygen demand. But when you want to curl into a ball in the dark, and not move, it’s hard to find the motivation to go for a run.
When I first started getting migraines at around age 12, my Mom told me I had to learn how to function despite the pain. If I complained that I couldn’t do something because of the headache, she would tell me it’s because I gave in to the pain. It used to piss me off. But now, I’m thankful. She was right. Migraine pain is something I can manage without drugs 99% of the time. The key is noticing them early, and doing obvious things to reverse it, like going outside and taking deep breaths. Using a neti pot to eliminate sinus pressure. Visualizing my circulatory system expanding. Distracting myself with an activity. Drinking water. That sort.
My migraines are less severe than they were when I was a kid. I think. It could be that I just learned how to cope with them better, so they seem that way. Also, as a kid, I would do just about anything to avoid vomiting. As an adult, I still hate it, but will if it means the pain stops. Usually, if I give in to the urge to hurl, it ends soon afterward. Sometimes, I choose the pain over vomiting though. They both suck so much it can be a tough call on which to run with. I do use over-the-counter pills as an adult at times. Not often enough to worry about it. I have a lot of faith in my body.
I think I’m just struggling with the rapid cycling of the weather. I had windows open a few days ago. Damn global warming. I lost contact with the woman who was going to do voice work for my game. Frustrating. I’m still waiting on illustrations, but I thought I had a good headstart on the next step. I guess I’ll look locally. That way I can do the recording myself. The way people suddenly disappear on Twitter is unsettling. It’s a strong reminder that the relationships built there are mostly tenuous by nature. Also, there are probably more bots than actual people on there. That knowledge helps keep things in perspective.
I need a new book. I’ll finish the one I’m reading now in a few days. I feel anxious if I don’t have my next book lined up. Even though I have about 10 emergency backup books on my Kindle. When I was little, I used to dream about living in the Library of Congress when I grew up. Not sure why I thought it was an option. That’s another example of the holes in my knowledge. Fortunately, that one was eliminated, so don’t worry about seeing me on the news, being shot repeatedly for reading while being black. Oops. Bitterness leak. I mean trying to live in the Library of Congress. I had several bizarre goals as a kid. I used to think of jobs that I was pretty sure didn’t already exist. I wanted to be the person who decides which words get into the dictionary at one point. I decided it’d be titled, Vocabulary Laureate.
I have Dateline on in the background. It’s amusing to me how the show is blatantly formulary, yet still entertaining. Just like Property Brothers, only without the cute hosts. I also like when they zoom in on Keith Morrison. My reason for this is not something of which I’m proud. But I do like comparing his wrinkles to things. Like how when you make peanut butter cookies, and use a fork to make hashtags on them before cooking. Or what Skeletor would look like in a collared shirt. If Dateline was a serious show, I’d feel badly about that. But biweekly exploitation doesn’t cut it. I’m off to finish laundry. Right after I show off this guitar.