okayAbout an hour later, I threw up. After an hour or so of shuttling back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom, I managed to get rid of the rest of what little was in my stomach. Then I went to sleep for awhile (thank god), woke up, and laid in the dark watching little flashes of light that persisted in my eyes until Rachel got home from a Fiction Collective meeting at Li'l Chef (and briefly got up and got ice for my head and listened to Tiff talk while she was stoned). Rachel brought me Pepto Bismol, painkillers, a thermometer, saltines, ginger ale, and chicken soup (bless her). After a little while I started feeling better, and managed to eat, like, five Teddy Grahams, some saltines, and some of the broth from the chicken soup.
Now I'm feeling generally better, but I told my mother about this and she was just like, "Migraine." Which is not something I want to hear. I've never had a headache that caused me to puke before, although I know it's something that can happen. It may have been caused by not having any caffeine for more than a day, but that's the only thing I can think of that I did differently. So I hope that's it. I've had chronic headaches since I was 12 or whatever, but I would really like to avoid the migraine thing.
The cat is playing with a fluorescent orange earplug. He loves those things for some reason. It's actually sort of cute at the moment. :)
Also, yesterday was Rachel's (aka
kleenexwoman's) birthday! Happy birthday, bb! :* 