that’s ill!

wow. it’s been quite a week. it seems that just about every second person i encounter, is ill or is experiencing some kind of drama. and i’ve had both.

ok, so a quick run-down of the past week. last thursday night i met up with a group of actors and pr folks from work at the “emily the strange” launch at 44 stanley, the little boutique mall in auckland park. it was an event organized by a friend of mine and the models looked pretty cool and edgy in their emo outfits. very “suicide girl”. i wore one of the line of dresses i’m working on launching and one of my co-stars, rolanda, wore a one-off  she’d bought from me. both dresses had a great response from everyone. getting lots of encouragement about this new venture. had a pretty great time, most of which was spent in the bar. eventually a number of us regrouped at my house around the heater. i made pop-corn, got out some snacks and we proceeded to raid the liquor cabinet while doing a post-mortem of the fact that one of the people in the party had just been car-jacked.

yes, you heard right.

he’d left the party to go to the gas station and as he was leaving, a bakkie (small truck) pulled infront of him and cut him off. the driver came towards his car and said that everything was fine, but that my friend had left his credit-card at the gas station. as he checked his wallet, he looked up to find  a gun in his face. someone else appeared at his passenger door  and got in. they then drove him to rosettenville and proceeded to take all his cash, cards and  all the snacks he’d just bought at the gas-station and then for some unfathomable reason, let him drive away. the poor guy was underplaying the experience, but he’s pretty shaken up. he was up from cape town for a few weeks and it was his last few days in jhb. i’m sure he’s glad to get the hell out of here.

next morning i was up at the crack with the worst hangover. from hell. and nothing i did seemed to help at all. what i didn’t realize, was that the hangover had segued into (another) migraine. and nothing i did seemed to help at all. OUCH!  one of the camera guys at work offered to kill whoever was responsible for the state i was in and i sheepishly had to admit that that would be me!

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the tapas platter

saturday, finally after a year of blogging, i made it to a bloggirls lunch. we, philly girl, ruby letters, mellisoo, boldly benny, angel’s mind, doodles of a journo and arkwife and i , met at cafe sofia in greenside and shared a pitcher or two of sangria and a platter of tapas with angel’s cupcakes being the cherry on top. great to meet some fellow bloggers and make the virtual connections real.

angel's cupcakes

angel's cupcakes

i wore my robe out on sunday

i wore my robe out on sunday

realized at lunch that i was getting sick though, so i stopped at the pharmacy for a voltaren suppository and something for the sinus infection/cold/whatever that was getting ready to chop me down at the ankles. got home and snuggled into thenew fleece robe/coat  i’d spent the morning making and decided to ditch my  contact lenses and get comfortable. as i took out my second lens, it disappeared. i looked all over the basin(with my nose almost right against the porcelain) and when i couldn’t find it, decided that it was probably still in my eye. note to self: be a little more careful digging around around parts of your body which the smallest pressure can turn to jelly. OMG! i did myself such damage. my eye was hurting like a mother (even more so with the migraine applying pressure from within!) and was red and angry looking and gelatinous.

sass-redeye

ouch!

the short story. my character has suddenly been wearing glasses this week to disguise my only now beginning to heal red eye and talking rather (literally)  snottily through her nose. let’s just say that i’ve been feeling VERY sorry for myself.

at least mercury is no longer retrograde so hopefully all the drama will abate soon. i can’t wait.

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a poke in the eye

at the moment i am having my ass kicked by the mother of all migraines.

migraine

this image about sums it up

i felt it coming on yesterday morning and promptly took 2 excedrin migraine pills which generally help to stave it off. no such luck. by the time i was driving home from work yesterday afternoon, the feeling that someone was trying to poke my left eye out from the inside, moved over to my right – something it’s never done before, and by  5h30 i’d been smacked flat on my back and into a darkened room, incapacitated. when i got up to feed the dogs, every footstep hurt and i thought i was going to be sick. i even tried the chi-machine, but eventually just wound up just sitting and rocking on the floor in the dark.

i tried just lying in the dark, i tried deep breathing, i went and picked some lavender from my garden. all this is supposed to help. it didn’t.

more than 24 hours later, the worst of it seems to have subsided, though i feel somewhat battered, like i’ve already gone 17 rounds. the make-up artist at work gave me some concoction which helped a tiny bit and then i went to the pharmacy for something called a “migraine pack”. she was not particularly eager to dispense said meds and advocated some anti-inflammotories and as my migraines tend to be period related, she recommended that i also try a diuretic.

(seeing that i was already at the pharmacy, i went ahead and got a flu-shot – what with everyone antsy about the latest snoutbreak. hope it doesn’t make me feel worse.)

though, i must say, even as i’m writing this, the various remedies seem to be doing their thing. it feels like the failwhale being lifted off my shoulders by those twitter-birds.

but slowly.

what do you do for a migraine? i’d love to know the cure.

update: when i got to work today, a fellow migraine suffererer gave me a zomig instamelt – a tablet you put under your tongue and allow to melt. i think i felt a difference within the next half hour. maybe this is the answer!

time

it’s been a while since my last confession… 🙂

amazing how fleet-footed time can be. unlike me. i’m still putting one foot in front of the other, but i certainly wouldn’t call myself fleet of foot!
i decided not to do the last day of my work-out last week (i.e. – the 2/3/2/ set which is should have done in order to complete week 4). i was tired and sore and i felt i had achieved the most important goals for the week.
the weekend seemed to fly by. friday night was another scheduled load shed, so i wound up going to bed early, catching up on scripts with the help of a camping head-lamp which actually served the purpose surprisingly well. saturday seemed to slip by – spent saturday night being a shoulder for a friend who is going through a break up. it really sucks when you meet a couple who just seem perfect. they’re sharp and funny and you have great conversations while hours disappear undetected. you really dig them individually, as well as together and then they split up while you try to figure out how to remain friends with them when they’re no longer friends with each other. tricky…
sunday night was full moon and i’d invited some friends over for a fire gathering. one of my friends i love dearly has a habit of always showing up with an entourage (mainly because she doesn’t have a car and always needs a ride) and i usually don’t mind. this time though, i didn’t appreciate my alcohol supplies being depleted by people i did not invite (especially when i’m the only person in the party who’s not drinking). i felt like they were having their own private party – it just happened to be at my house, at my expense. my reward; being left to do the post party clean-up! @#$%$%! something distinctly wrong with that picture.
winter seems to have crashed autumn’s party this year and it’s been freezing the last few days. yesterday was the first day of WEEK 5 and i could not be sure that i was going to stick to the program, especially as i was up till after 1a.m. dai (zaobab) an amazing japanese fire spinner who lives here in gauteng, showed up with his ‘buugeng’ – a fantastic tool he’s making and selling. http://www.zaobab.com
buugeng_black
we wound up playing and coming with all kinds of ideas for new photo shoots with the buugeng even though i had to be up at 5.30 for a very early studio day. i’m going to have to get some buugeng even though i’m absolutely house-poor. once he left i found it almost impossible to fall asleep even though i was exhausted. i was freezing, even under a pile of blankets and faux fur.
when i got home in the afternoon, i melted onto the couch under a comforter, with the puppy on my chest, watching some shows i’d pvr’d and i amazed myself when i bolted up at about 5. i headed off to the track in several layers, wearing gloves against the most unsavory chill. 10 laps later. yup, i’m doing it. 4km’s down. one step at a time all the while listening to ira glass and this american life providing distraction from the knee aches and protesting muscles.
i decided to listen to those protestations and not run today. it seemed like a good idea, seeing that this was my first 10 laps and i have several more to go yet. instead i slept in and woke with a snoring puppy on my head (or more accurately, we went back to bed after a 6.30 trip to the bottom of the garden)! hopefully my body will thank me for giving it some recovery time when i hit the track tomorrow.  

now time for bed after some migraine pills which hopefully will stave off this pain. feels like someone poking my eye out. not the cute face book kind of poke. more like a quentin tarantino, kill bill, darryl hannah heading for an eye-patch kind of poke. yup, it’s like that.
i’m missing lasz. feels strange without him here. zee seems to be acting out without him here, though i got her to sit and stay for at least 2 minutes at a time tonight.
10 days and counting.