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Had the internet tech come over yesterday and finally determine that the problem with my wireless network is my wireless router, and the reason that my ethernet switch wasn't working is that IT HATES ME and loves the tech and worked perfectly for him. :P

The plan was for me to head to Fry's and get a new router today, but that plan was sidelined at 2:30 this morning when I woke up with a hell of a migraine. I had enough intelligence left to actually take my meds at that point* and by 4:30 it quieted down enough for me to go back to sleep until 9. Not feeling up to decision, so I went to the bookstore, picked up some caffeine and emergency chocolate, and am now spending a quiet day at home, as there's still a bit of pressure in my head that feels like it might blossom into pain if I overdo it.

OTOH, I picked up Snoop: WHat Your Stuff Says About You by Sam Gosling, a prof at UT Austin in psychology. I caught an interview with him on a podcast recently, and the book sounded fascinating. It seems obvious that of course what you choose to surround yourself with tells other people about you, but apparently there's a lot of things that we THINK we can tell that we actually can't, and vice versa. Looking forward to reading this. :D

* Migraines really do have an impact on your thinking skills and I usually spend a few hours dithering over whether it's *really* a migraine and do I want to take the migraine drugs or just mainline Advil, and by the time I take the drugs it's too late for them to have much effect so I end up suffering. Gah.

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I'll usually get nothing done for an hour or two, at least, before the actual Signs of Migraine come on. And of course, I never realize this, for I have been rendered stupid. Ugh.

I got a lot of writing on the artist alley guide done yesterday afternoon, and got the Death Trance screenshots reized and uploaded, ready for a recap post, and then was hit by a huge wave of apathy. I'd intended to go to Fry's last night after the rush hour traffic died down, but had a profound sense of not wanting to. I think the apathy was the migraine starting to come on. In that state I can be starving and have perfectly good food sitting in the kitchen and yet not be able to decide to get up and get dinner. I should start writing these times down and see if there's a direct correlation with the migraines, because if there is ... well, I'm sure I could do something-or-other about it.

I usually spend a few hours dithering over whether it's *really* a migraine and do I want to take the migraine drugs

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes. It doesn't help that they're so damned expensive, which means I only get a few every month. One new migraine drug is actually marketed as "because migraine sufferers wait so late to take drugs, this one might work even when it's fully set in." (Doesn't work for me.)

Also, I finally figured out that the post-migraine stupidity and depression isn't the drugs, it's the migraine.

I might have to try that one and see if it works for me. The last time I had a migraine, it wasn't very painful, but it lasted four days, in part because I waited too long to take the drugs. And even the not-so-painful ones drag on my motivation and intellect. :P

The migraines play havoc with my ADD for a short time beforehand and for a day or two after, most of the time.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who can't tell.... I seem to always wait until I start throwing up before I'm sure I have a migraine :/

I kind of welcome the ones that make me nauseated, because I know right away they're migraines.

Until I can't keep food down for 18 hours. *twitch*

Oh, I relate so much. Especially today, having had a migraine and a family graduation party that I couldn't skip. I get 'atypical' migraines, which for me mean a prolonged period of stupidness leading up to a headache that isn't so bad followed by more stupidity, weirdness, and mixed up words. Somehow, I never see it coming.

Erf, fun.

Migraine is so weird, isn't it? THere's a variety that mimics a stroke, right down to one-side paralysis and aphasia. I am SO glad I don't have those.

I had that type one time, in 1996. It was horrendous. I lost the use of the right side of my body and was nearly blind for several hours. Spent the whole day in the hospital with everyone freaking out, especially me. Ugh.

Ugh, ugh, ugh. I'd be freaking out, too.