In Migraine Alley: Copying from Handwritten....Just Say a Little More Kindness Was Called For....

Now, please understand folks...I am writing this during a full-blown, full-fledged migraine, but so much light comes into my apartment--perhaps I deserve it--but both my feet are burning like hell from the RSD, and the Migraine Alley is far from over, as the Migraine Gods have decided...so I took a couple more Fiorionol, some Phenergen, and am hoping for the best....all has stayed down so far, but a good way to start the day?  The RSD/CRAPS gods say no.

Now last night, I was being rather harsh about a friend who was writing rather dramatically about her son--and we all get dramatic about our children, I know, and I was not being very understanding.  But I got to where I believed her less and less, until almost, well, pretty much not at all.  There's some background I could throw in, but it's pretty much, well, it's totally not important at all.

Whether her "BS" as I may have called it, or may be I did--I was so tired, and rather pissed off actually, and it's rather irrelevant..  It doesn't matter at all--not any of it, not a single bit of it at all.

Not one damned bit at all.

My crap becayse most of it was venting at her for being so cross and completely nasty when I made it a point, to call, despite the fact that I was in a full-fledged migraine, which some of you who who have RSD/CRPS understand the big deal about this; it's different when you have RSD to accomplish something during a migraine....at least this lesson I seem to be learning.

I told her even that I had a migraine, and it didn't even seem to matter, and that's what upset me the most, and so here I am.

She probably felt like crap too, dummy!!!!  There are so many shitty "gifts"  that RSD "gives" I have been learning, and like say, spending say, 4 1/2 days in "Migraine Alley," for example.  I'd have  been running screaming for mercy to the local ER (pointless now, as they won't "treat" migraines now with anything other than Torodol, which, I'm sorry folks, we all know is as useful as donkey piss!!!),  but the point is, my level of tolerance is waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy different!!!!!  Higher...shhhh.....hiiigggghhhheeeerrrr.......

Now to her the drama is   real......

To the rest of us who do our homework...well, not so much.........

But to a Mama who's worried about her youngin' life gets amped up about twenty notches...........