21 May 2005

the thousand-hour headache

As far as I can tell, I've had a perpetual headache since oh, April 2nd. April 1st was a pretty nice day, far as I recall, but it's been one big headache ever since.

Today I can add a muscle spasm in my neck to the mix. Last night I fell asleep sitting on the couch, leg crossed one ankle-to-opposite knee, with my right arm resting on the armrest (strangely enough!) and my head propped in my hand. When I awoke at dawn, the entirety of my right arm was dead numb and my left thigh was tingly-numb (it still is, even now). Clearly, whatever part of my brain ought to have relieved my body of that awkward posture so I could sleep without damaging blood loss was malfunctioning seriously last night.

Hence, the headache remains, and now the neck joins the party of pain.

I hope -- oh can I hope anymore? -- that the pains will ebb tomorrow with the results of the preps I set up today. Tonight I will await this result with all the anticipation of prom, a final exam, and, well, a female exam (only two of which have the potential to be pleasurable but in my experience never have been).

The champagne's on ice. The pipettes are poised for action. I know I've said it before, but this science business is enough to turn one to religion. Today I found myself perusing the Grace Cathedral website; if the first service weren't so damned early I might be tempted to stop in on my way to lab tomorrow just in case it does me (and my preps) any good. See? This stuff has given me a perpetual headache and a penchant for prayer. Save me, O Advil, and God, please let my cloning have worked.

03 May 2005

sleep-aid

Is it possible to be narcoleptic and still be a fairly productive person?

I have a hard time getting to sleep at night, I wake up relatively easily in the morning, but I feel overwhelmingly sleepy all day long, yawn frequently, and fall asleep at my desk or bench or in meetings (what I remember Karin calling "micro-sleeps": second-long naps) with regularity. Anti-narcoleptic drugs are stimulants, and that would hardly help matters...so short of committing to regular nap-time in the library, what do I do? Do I simply suffer from the modern disease of overachievement?

01 May 2005

moi


The obligatory blog self-portrait (ok, thanks Photoshop):