That's what Roz calls headaches. I've had a migraine off and on for two weeks now, and I'm ready to just stick a white flag in my head and call it a war. The migraines have been letting up a little the past couple of years, and this has just tossed me right on my arse.
Ari had a couple of wisdom teeth out this morning; after what Christopher when through last year (he looked like he'd gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson), I as prepping for the worst. Christer was percoceted out of his head for several days, swollen and bruised and in agony. Ari came home, spit some blood out, popped an ibuprofen and asked what was for lunch. He announced that it only hurts when he smiles. And then had a fit of laughter. Poor little bastard.
Or not really so little. He has his G1 - finally - and yesterday I asked if he wanted to drive home from the book store. He looked at me horrified, and said "No! There's cars out there!". Last week, he was bombing around a racetrack. I'm wondering if I've done this the wrong way....
If you have cats, you know how sometimes in the night, you hear them tossing up a hairball, and you tell yourself to remember that, so when you get up you don't step in it? And how two cats can often mean two hairballs? And you know how sometimes with migraine drugs you forget things after sleeping all weird? Yeah.
I bought a roast thing, and I have it in the fridge. The problem is that it's kinda chewy - eye of the round is like that. The boys like it, because apparently they have not a little of their grandfather in them, and think food that's good for your teeth is acceptable. My Dad used to hand us the stale heels of rye bread and tell us it was good for our teeth. I'm certain I was thisclose to spitting out one of those teeth it was so good for. Anyway. Ari can't chew, so I have no clue what to make for dinner.
The upside? Maggie will have less to mooch. And therefore less to barf up tonight. Sometime. Somewhere.