I have had a headache for 2 days now. I hate when that happens. I've been getting these 2-day headaches on and off since I started my twenties and I have no idea if they're all related to the same issue or not.
Sometimes it's hypoglycemia, sometimes it's eye strain from my incorrect glasses prescription combined with obsessive blog reading, sometimes it's stress or sleeping too late.
This one started Thursday late afternoon from sitting on the Sky Deck of the apartment I'm borrowing from the inimitable L.S. (more on this Week As a Rich Bitch later). It was windier and cooler than I had dressed for and after reading in a funny neck bent position on a deck chair getting chilled and growing hungry I had a headache.
It went away briefly during the Jivamukti yoga class I tried with a friend and came back sharply afterwards. It abated during the pescatarian dinner and returned on the subway ride back downtown.
On and off it went as I came to visit my aunts and cousins in Jersey and today I woke up with my period (which, by the way, behaved this month as I told it not to arrive while I was sleeping in other peoples' beds). My period is always a headache bonanza full of trembling hands and cramps as my uterus attempts to dig its way out of my body with dull spoons.
I may not make the hotel lobby birthday party (these things are for real?!) of some fashionista friend of a friend tonight in midtown, but we'll see. This diva usually rouses herself for a chance to wear her new Betsey Johnson, birthday gift from H.
Off to lay down on the IKEA couch and languish like a pallid Victorian.