sh*t’s bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S! week has been….trying. I have had a crisis at work pretty much every day this week so upon arriving home at the end of the day it was all I could do to stay vertical long enough to eat let alone blog. However, I did take a night off last night (I mean a night off from my usual Thursday night ladies night for half price wine and appy’s) and stayed home so I could wear elastic waisted pants and no bra for a few hours and update my blog.
The problem is that since I so eloquently cracked my head open in February, I get these awful cluster headaches (which my doc assures me will cease with enough time but in the mean time I have to take daily medication to try to prevent them) and so last night I had one. I followed the prescribed regiment: an aspirin, a Valium, and a coca-cola. I’m not kidding, that is ACTUALLY what the neurologist told me to take. So, I took. And then I blogged. Apparently Valium does not make me sleepy but it does make me hella-dull. Because when I went back to re-read what I wrote, I was so bored I stopped reading about a quarter of the way through and decided to just finish watching Chopped on the Food Network (favorite show right now y’all!) and then go to bed. I will try to revive my Grilled Pizza post so that it is more entertaining and less like the semi-comatose ramblings of Valium and coca-cola post-haste. I am sure that you are all on the edge of your seat waiting to hear if my pizza was delish or ended up in a gooey pile of dough and cheese at the bottom of my grill.
Of note: I do not belive that my neurologist gets any compensation from coca-cola and I surely don’t get any kick-backs. I do not know if Pepsi has the same therapeutic value as coca-cola. I presume that since we are in Atlanta that my neurologist meant “coke” as in any dark-colored carbonated soda drink as Atlanta people often refer to all such beverages as “a coke” even if they are another name brand. And no, I will not share my Valium.