The sun'll come out tomorrow... Right?

So I am currently working on Day 2 of the pounding headache from hell, and I am not pleased about it. Drugs don't work, sleeping didn't work, alcohol (not a lot, just a sip or two of wine) didn't help. And on top of it, I have a dry, hacking cough that turns the dull pounding into a sharp icepick with each new bout.

I'm the graceful one this week, too. On Sunday I was juggling, amusing Mikey and several other family members, when I bashed my arm on the corner of the mission-style sofa. Scraped it, knew I'd have a bruise. Except on Monday morning, there was a hard little bump under the bruise. It's now nearing the end of Thursday, and the bump hasn't gone away. The bruise is only barely fading, as well.

So now I'm terrified I might have to go to the doc, and panicking to the point of being physically ill because if I go, they might want to stick me. The last time I got stuck, I was emotional and weepy for three days afterward, and refused to let anyone touch me. This is so not good.

( more whining about how I'm a world-class klutz )

But on the bright side, I finished my longest chapter ever and got it posted up. Finally. *lol* It went into an eighteenth page...shocked the hell out of myself. *does a half-hearted wiggle of pleasure*