Yesterday I got a migraine at the lab, left early, and waited an hour for my mom to pick me up from the train because she doesn’t think she needs to carry her cell phone with her when she goes to the grocery store. I fell asleep around dinnertime and woke up at 10:30 PM.  My head still hurt— I couldn’t medicate myself other than diclofenac and promethazine because I had already taken too many Zomigs this week— but I was really hungry so I went down to the kitchen.

There’s something funny about migraines, at least the ones I get: They either make you repulsed by food and extremely nauseous or give you cravings for the weirdest shit.  Usually it’s not anything in particular— for me it’ll be a flavor, my body is like I WANT SOMETHING SALTY! or I have an intense desire for something spicy— and last night was no different.  I ate a bagel and cream cheese for dinner and some coffee ice cream to follow.  Absentmindedly, I turned on the TV and ordered Crossroads on demand (Showtime has it for free atm).  This was a totally bizarre decision on my part.  Like I was sleeping for most of the evening, woke up, and really needed to watch Britney Spears lose her cinema-virginity and Taryn Manning lose her unborn baby?!

By the time the movie was over, my migraine was completely gone. So like, thanks Brit, I guess!