Whining about the state of his head, just for a change.

[hirez]

Thursday night was a bit a departure, since that would be the first time I've managed to have a migraine while asleep, modulo waking up just enough to realise that something wasn't right at zero-dark o'clock.

I knew I'd had a migraine when I coughed on Friday AM and it felt like my brain was sloshing back and forth in a soup of molten lead.

Since then I've had A Headache, which has been, well, a headache, and tiresomely wonky brain chemistry:

Friday - om nom carbs now bastard hands off that caek it is mine, hello good evening and welcome to Captain Paranoia.
Saturday - hello you seem to be talking at me why is that? No that black shape is nothing to worry about it is Captain Paranoia. Is he your friend, too?
Sunday - is everything shit or is it just me? Nope, just me. Jolly good.
Monday - trousers? What are..? Oh, those. I'm sure I had some when I left the house.


Bob Mould's latest recording is really very fine, though. Says the bloke who was listening to 'Eight miles high' at volume = Jayzus! on Friday.
People who rather liked Copper Blue and/or Nova Mob will be in familiar territory.

Comments

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

Ugh, night migraines are grim. Being woken up feeling all dizzy and sick and like you want to claw the top of your skull off = no fun. Hope you're feeling more yourself now and haven't been going out without your trousers and intimidating the horses.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I'll avoid the obvious 'Feeling myself? In these trousers?' joke and wander off with the tangential 'So I wonder which 'myself' I should feel like?' because the sorts of migraines I end up with really do make you wonder if you're having normality now, or if the thing you vaguely remember from last week was the actual normality. And, really, if this is the alleged normal normality and the less-nasty one was some kind of unfortunate accident, then bugger normality for a game of soldiers and I'll have the other one, ta.

Er. Or something like that. It's more likely that neither of the ones I can remember is normal.

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

Gods, at least mine just make me feel woozy and away with the fairies for 24 hours or so. From my limited experience of altered mental states, though, it makes sense that you wouldn't really be aware it was altered (or what the normal state was) while you were going through it. Which sort of puts paid to that dualist notion of consciousness as external to the physical being, since it's all just a bunch of neurons and cells and hormones wearing metaphorical funny hats and making everyone go, "Aww, look, they think they're people!"

[hirez.livejournal.com]

(Blast. Three different goes at starting this sentence. Please stop being interesting it is distracting... :p )

This kind of involves me developing some self-awareness that works sometimes, and indeed having freely experimented with [mumble] so that when I'm firing on enough cylinders I can go 'You know this is probably wrong and I should go and do things that don't require hard sums until it's less wrong. If I'm not firing on enough cylinders then everything is shit, everything has been shit and everything will be shit. In that state it is especially strange to find your name in a book on the shelf and have no idea about the creative processes involved. It's a lot like one's brain is the, er, city in Dark City and a set of streets have been moved about so that there's no longer a way into them.

Or just smoke some dope and then try to write code. It's futile.

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

I like the Dark City metaphor. Mind you I think that about my past selves sometimes - I read old LJ entries or see old photos and wonder who the person was who did and said and felt these things. It's a strange, disassociative feeling.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

No fun. Any discernable triggers ?

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I suspect sleeping in the folded position.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

Oh! Is that easy to avoid in future ?

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pretty much stay away from happy fun hacking on the laptop... (The less pleasant option is 'Your metabolism really objects to even gradual weight-loss')

... Or, actually, 'build a hackintosh then you won't have to curl up round the thing like some kind of fixed-hub-fondling hipster. You've even put stickers on the thing like a bollocks, haven't you?'

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

I just plug mine into a monitor & use a bluetooth keyboard. Works just like a proper computer!