Migraines, Katarr Kanticles & Too Much To Do!

Yet again, struck down by a migraine. This time it was at work. In fact, this is the first time that I’ve had one start at work, which would be horrible enough if it wasn’t for the fact that I have some really awesome colleagues who helped me get in touch with my other half and go home before they soldiered on without me.

Of course, time off work means less money. And when I’m ill it’s not as if I can get some writing done either. So yeah, I got to spend two or three days completely out of it and feeling very fuzzy mentally.

Thankfully the other symptoms (like vomiting water, pain, getting my words mixed up & light sensitivity) had all passed halfway through the second day. And I got to watch the little fellow in the picture above feeding at my window. I have two robins (he has a girlfriend, I think), two wood pigeons and a blackbird that visit at the minute, which is lovely. They don’t seem to care how vague I look when I have a migraine, either.

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25 Years

As you may or may not know, it was my birthday last Saturday. Yes. That’s right. I am now a quarter of a century old. That’s the depressing bit.

On a happier note, I have been completely spoiled by both family, friends & my loving Howard Bear. I got plenty of wonderful cards and some awesome presents.

Not all of the presents have arrived yet, though. Which is, obviously, quite exciting as that means…

More things to open!

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Run Down But Lucky

Maybe biting off a little more than I can chew whilst still ill and then stressing out about other things is what I’ve done. My mum said to me the other day I was doing too much and that was why I was so tired and kept getting the same cold back.

Beginning to think she might be right.

Mostly because I got two migraines in a row this week. I’m sure I’ve told you about how devastating and painful my migraines are, before, but I’ll do a quick recap for any new readers.
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Flash Fiction No. 61


Red Pill or Blue Pill?

Blood spluttered from her lips as she lay sprawled across the grimy tiles, crimson blotting too pale skin. The pills sat scattered out of reach.

Her fingers feebly clasped on air. She closed her eyes, dry lips moving in silent prayer. One arm clutched about her burning stomach, she struggled to get closer to the pills, but every time she moved they seemed to get further away.

“Get up.”

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