The drugs don't work...they just melt holes in mah brainz

Okay, I know I've started plenty of migraine threads relating to treatment, symptoms and so on, but this is a more...comedic one.

I've just been talking to tt42 on MSN about another synopsis I've agreed to overhaul for her. (For Camera Shy since you ask). Anyway, she referred to the copy of her crappy attempt at a synopsis which she claimed to already have sent me; I searched my email server. Nothing.

So I said, "Sorry, I must have deleted it last night by accident. Let's blame it on the migraine fuzzies. I was off my tits on nurofen."

She said, "No, no, I sent it over MSN last night."

"What? We spoke on MSN last night?"

"Yeah, I sent you my rundown of CS."

"Are you shitting me? Wait...I'll go check my chat logs."

I did, and sure enough, tt42 had sent me a word document over MSN last night...while I was deep in the migraine haze, on drugs and so out of it I couldn't see straight.

But somehow I managed to get online and have a conversation with her, which I later forgot completely?

I'm worried. I hope it was an OD of migraine meds and not the migraine itself, although...considering the fact I lost the use of one arm and half my face melted...*shiver*

I'll deal with that later, when I see my G.P.

Anyway, the funny part of this story is the conversation I don't remember.

In it, tt42 was trying to talk about Jason Connor, the hero of CS, and me? Apparently I started going off on one about Craig David's beard. And how his chin looks bigger when it's cleanshaven, even though his beard looked drawn-on with a pencil.

Oh, and then I told her how much I admire Peter Andre.

Before threatening to rape Brandon Stewart - who doesn't exist, because he's one of tt42's characters.

And I also said, in reference to one of her characters who acts like a total bar steward towards the end of his novel (Bastian Koehler is made of win, though), "I'd [censored] the [censored] right out of him."

Plus, I made a sick joke about The Beatles.

Then I referred to Octo-Mom and said, "She looks like Angelina. I'd f*** her if she didn't have a chuff like a wizard's sleeve."

So there we have it kids. Don't have migraines. And...drugs are bad, mmmkay?

(Worrying as this is, the above sounds like the kind of thing I would say anyway...I just don't remember it).

Adzmodeus said:

Sounds like our everyday conversations, sweetie.

Are you sure you're not off your face NOW?

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Usually I remember being weird.

I feel like last night was a wasted opportunity for...well, something.

Just as well I don't have Adzmodeus's number. I may have sent him something fruity.

*sigh*

So much hatred directed at your Judas.

Anoint me with a garden shovel?

I'm confuzzled.

You do realise if parts of me start breaking off, I won't be able to beta anything and there will be no synopses?!

Am I allowed to work on my own WIP now that I'm vaguely lucid?

It was an over-the-counter remedy and yes, I admit I probably OD'd because the pain was so bad I just didn't care. I wanted it to stop. In fact, one thing I do remember is the way the sunlight streaming through my curtains made me scream.

Sort of.

Because one side of my mouth was drooping a wee bit so it was more like wailing.

But a few months back I asked my G.P. about imigran, which I know works, and he said there's a danger some people could become addicted to it.

But as tt42 said, people get addicted to Vicodin and it's still prescribed.

Personally, I think it's all about cost to the NHS.

But I will have to see the doc again about this more-than-pins-and-needles thing with my arm, the dribbly mouth and memory loss. (Might have been down to OD of meds, but might have been the migraine itself).

PS: I wouldn't need to be wasted on nurofen to make advances to the Barrowman.