Dear migraines,Don't feel bad for me. Feel bad for Preppy Pup (who I am clinging to for dear life) and Mr. Preppy (who has to get constant BBMs complaining about this situation). You know how people say doctors and other medical people are the worst patients? Well, they were wrong. The children of medical people (a nurse in this situation) are the worst patients because we have to be -- otherwise our parents would tell us nothing was wrong with us (which is why I didn't have a surgery I needed until after I'd needed it for 2 1/2 years, but that's another fun story for another post). Sadly, this trait does not go away when we grow up. It just gets more pronounced.
You suck. Period. Go the heck away and disappear forever.
For example, I felt the need to describe, in detail, how badly my whole body hurts, when I put a heating pad on my back, how much medicine I've taken, and how nauseated my migraine is making me... all to poor Mr. Preppy. Seriously, if I have a boyfriend after tonight, it will be an act of God.