omg y'all this stupid fucking body

So night before last (or yester eve as Fiona would say), I started getting a migraine. Which OMG, whatever. I haven't been taking the topamax long enough for it to be preventing migraines yet, but this is very insulting and I do protest. (And, y'all, I am going to be so mad if I have upended everything from my birth control to my ability to discuss the finer points of cutlery just for this drug to ultimately not even work for me.)

But the migraine is just getting worse, and I have convinced myself that actually I am developing that horrible glaucoma side effect, so I am going to the doc this morning to check that because as executrix reminded me, it takes like thirty seconds to deliver a puff of air to the eye and it doesn't even hurt!

And getting my brain to shut up about how my eyes are probably going to explode any second will be well worth the trip to town.

I am laughing at myself. I truly am. Underneath all my crazy, I am laughing at myself. This is the equivalent of running back inside to check the stove is off, and that's okay.

ETA: My eyes are fine. Everyone at the eye doctor was very gracious and said I did the right thing by coming in, but I have no problems. Whew.