HEADACHE LEVEL IN MORING: 0
EFFEXOR LEVEL: 37.0
PERIMENOPAUSAL LEVEL: 0
HEADACHE LEVEL IN EVENING: 9
Seems everywhere I go with CoD fellas notice us. Well, not us, but CoD most likely - who am I fooling? Today a pickup truck with two guys (who were missing quite a few teeth between the two of them and had wheezy breath) pulled up along side of us and said, “Hey, how you doin’?” I gave them a piece of my mind. Which I have to be careful of since I don’t have much left to give.
Since I can’t parallel park, I took the closest parking spot I could find where I could slip in vertically before the subway started which makes the road inaccessable to cars. Consequently, we had to walk down Main Street in the city of Buffalo quite a ways to get to the final destination of the place we were looking to rent for the reception. I was panting and sweating profusely by the time we got there.
While it was rich in Buffalo history, CoD was so relieved to hear me say as soon as we left, “No bloody way are you guys having your stuff there!” Ewwww. Pictures of other receptions looked fantastic online. Just a yucky vibe there and too much work to make it look nice enough. Not to mention we saw a few winos, a microwave sitting out in the middle of the sidewalk, and I overheard one girl who was loitering outside the building, “and I wasn’t pregnant OR on methadone then” to her cohort.
Today we found no decapitated Woody Woodpeckers, just rednecks. CoD and I did start the day with a nice breakfast down on Elmwood where I decided for the first time in over three years to try some of that yummy feta cheese on my souvlaki breakfast. I haven’t had any cheese (well, I’ve had aged cheese for over three years as they are a known trigger for migraines. Since I’ve been doing pretty well with the migraines, I thought it would be as good a time as any to give it a whirl as I’m supposed to try my triggers now and then to see if I’m able to rule them out.
FETA = MONSTER MIGRAINE.
Love, Little Miss HorMONA