Wasted day, wasted night
I've been awake for three hours now, and I still feel a little woozy. It's almost 8:30 p.m. Yesterday, after unsuccessfully battling a migraine since Friday, I went to the emergency room. I'm fairly stoic, but enough was enough. I don't remember what was in the shot they gave me, but I remember it was 3:38 when I got home. When I woke up this afternoon, about 26 hours later, I was still in the same clothing and chair in which I collapsed. I've never slept this much at one shot in my life. A whole day disappeared, but so did the migraine. Right now, it almost feels like a fair trade.