An awesome way to end the evening
I was totally going to write a proper post, but I'm getting a migraine, so I can't. (Remember the last time I got a migraine? Ha ha.) As soon as I sat down in front of the computer, my vision got all kinds of blurry. I can literally barely see what's on the screen right now--all the letters are just kinda swimming together. Even though the head-pounding hasn't kicked in yet (I predict that'll happen in, like, 15 minutes), it's driving me FREAKING INSANE to try to look at a blurry screen.
Do you want to know why I get migraines sometimes? I'll tell you really quick. When I was, like, four or five or whatever, I got chicken pox. (Side note: My mom WANTED me to get chicken pox, because I hadn't gotten it yet. So when Ricky McCall across the street got it, she had him come over all day and play and even TAKE A BATH with me so I'd get it. I remember having some sort of vague notion of what she was doing and being so pissed about it that I barricaded myself in my bedroom and left poor Ricky scratching himself in the living room until my mom pried me out.)
Anyway. I got chicken pox, and it was spectacular, as only chicken pox can be. Well, months later, I got massively sick. Turns out the chicken pox virus had stayed active in my body, traveled up my spine and INTO MY FREAKING BRAIN. I was way sick and the doctors said it was going to leave me brain damaged. Fortunately, they were wrong (although I suppose that's debatable sometimes), but I've gotten migraines ever since.
And that's the amazing story of why Swishy gets migraines. I'm going to go hide under my blankets now.