the harmonious notes of life

I did nothing. Absolutely nothing all weekend long. And it felt wonderful. Ok, that's a lie. I did homework, but other than that, I did nothing. And then there was yesterday. I went to class, came home, went to class, came home and vegged. Up until the point that I got a bad headache attempting to make me sick to my stomach. So, I went to bed. Managed to fall asleep somehow, but woke up around 3ish in excrutiating pain. Took a Vicodin (for those who don't know, I *hate* Vicodin, but it works.. usually) and tried to force myself back to sleep. Woke up about an hour later, still in horrible pain, so I took another one. Which is where the fun in my night began.

Within about 15 minutes, my pulse sky-rocketed, as though I'd just run a mile and I could barely breathe... and in fact, my breathing started to slow down. I quickly got up, threw pajama pants on (just in case I had to.. erm.. *leave* quickly) and checked the bottle to make sure it was ok to have 2 within an hour. The label did say 1-2 capsules every 8 hours as needed. So, I laid down and tried to calm myself down again. Apparently, as I remember, Vicodin has a slight side-effect - nothing big. Just ANXIETY. So, I laid awake for about 45 minutes, crying, because I thought I was going to stop breathing and die, and Steve was trying to calm me down so we could both get back to sleep. Poor Steve.

But, I lived. Headache was gone about 1/2hour after I took the second Vicodin. Unfortunately, I'm fighting the heachache again today. And I'm out of Vicodin. (Which may actually be a blessing.) Sigh. Oh well. Need to get ready for chemistry.