ow

goddamn motherfucking migraines. why do they have to hit at the most inconvenient times? why do they have to make all my bones ache, and my head spin, and my digestive tract freak out?

i guess this is the post-election crash migraine; i was actually expecting it yesterday. at least my anxiety level is lower now. but for some reason, i'm craving a fussy dessert involving phyllo, bananas, and chocolate that there's no damn way i'm going to have the patience to make. and usually i don't even like bananas. i must need potassium.

(no, i can't take something for it; most migraine medications interact with one or more of my psych meds in potentially fatal ways.)

i just hope it goes away by this evening. my therapist has come up with the most likely diagnosis of my mother's particular flavor of insanity, and i'm dying to hear all about it. it could explain a great many things.