There's no better word for explaining how I feel. I'm all antsy and grrrr-arghy. My head is buzzing and I have a mother of a headache (again). This started last night during class, continued when I got home and on through me picking up the lil sis @ college, she hasn't been driving herself because of the walk from the parking lot--- I don't blame her. I weigh nearly double what she does but I don't have a heart condition and I have a tough time with the walk. So her husband drives her there, and then I pick her up since her husband is at home with their 2 year old. Anyhow, driving home she regaled me with potty training stories. And my head still hurt. When I got home I went to bed, got up after a futile 1.5 hours in bed, took a shower, watched Medium, got back in bed, and participated in something that looked like sleep I am sure. I swear to you I was kicking my sheets and thrashing about in bed like you wouldn't believe. I was pretending I had epilepsy or something.
So now I am awake and have been, more than 2 hours earlier than I usually wake up, staring at the mean side of a really long day. What the hell is going on? Is this strange feeling nervousness, stress, agravation, energy, or something else entirely. It had better not be hyperactivity or I am going to shoot someone.
Explanation: when I was first diagnosed with 'extreme aural migraines' I noticed a trend of behavior. Approximately 4-8 hours before (sometimes less, sometimes more) the onset of a migraine I would get really hyperactive. The mentioning of this during a session for my PPD led to a wonderfully fun misdiagnosis of bipolar disease (hahaha---my ass). So I would get happy, energetic, and be all bouncy for any where from a couple of hours to a day. Mostly I just annoyed the f--k out of my family. Then like an acme safe in a cartoon, I would come crashing down and hard. I'd be nauseas, my head would hurt, there'd be the light and smell sesitivities and like that I would be out of commission.
If I am about to get one of those migraines I am going be so pissed, I am telling you.

sigh.

On a side note, today Megan goes to school dressed up for halloween (er pardon, "harvest") as Eloise. I love love love Eloise, and last year when Megan caught the Eloise movie on tv, she fell fell fell for her! I cannot tell you how much we love Eloise, Nanny, Weenie, and Skiperdee! The only bad part is when we visit her Daddy in the hotels he works on Megan has a tendency to think every hotel is the Plaza and that if Eloise can run rampant, so can she. I will have a picture later.

Also, my nephew, Kellar has graduated to a "big boy bed" and has discovered the amazing thrill of the freedom it provides. He's had a couple of late-night walkabouts that have been amusing, as well as scary I am sure. Personally, if I had only been living in a house a few weeks and a glowing pumpkin face came down my hallway in the pitch black of night, it would take me a little too long to process the information and I'd be screaming my head off before I remembered my 2 year old. (no, I am being serious) Once when Megan was 2 or 3 I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. At some point while I was on the toilet (in the dark) Megan must have gotten out of her room and come into ours. Anyhow, I must have walked right past her in the dark, because as I was getting into bed I saw a shadow by the desk and when I saw it move I screamed like crazy, which terrified Megan, who began screaming herself--which was when I realized it was her at the foot of the bed, which basically woke up the husband monster who was not in a very good mood.

Today signifies the beginning of xmas production. My Rogue, having been cast aside since March or April comes out of the closet this afternoon. :)

Angela