My slapstick life
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owlectomyWhile in the grips of the migraine I decided that what I needed was caffeine.
I could have gone to the coffee shop two buildings down.
Instead, I put the kettle on, went back to bed, forgot I had the kettle on, took off my glasses, heard the kettle whistle, tramped down the hallway clutching my glasses in one hand, stepped in cat vomit, slid half the length of the hallway towards the gas flame and boiling water, knocked an entire package of tea out of the cupboard, and yelped in dismay.
"Are you all right?" Diana called from her room.
"Fine," I whimpered, mostly because I was too close to losing it to elaborate.
I managed to get tea bag, tea cup, and hot water together without further incident.
I went back to bed. I drank my tea. By 1:15 before work, my headache had improved to the point where I could get on shoes and stumble in the direction of the subway.
Sorry about the trail of smushed cat vomit, Diana.
I could have gone to the coffee shop two buildings down.
Instead, I put the kettle on, went back to bed, forgot I had the kettle on, took off my glasses, heard the kettle whistle, tramped down the hallway clutching my glasses in one hand, stepped in cat vomit, slid half the length of the hallway towards the gas flame and boiling water, knocked an entire package of tea out of the cupboard, and yelped in dismay.
"Are you all right?" Diana called from her room.
"Fine," I whimpered, mostly because I was too close to losing it to elaborate.
I managed to get tea bag, tea cup, and hot water together without further incident.
I went back to bed. I drank my tea. By 1:15 before work, my headache had improved to the point where I could get on shoes and stumble in the direction of the subway.
Sorry about the trail of smushed cat vomit, Diana.
