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Brain Damage Fun
Jun. 25th, 2005 04:29 pmLast night I think I had a migrane.
At least, I really, really hope it was a migrane, because I don't want to think about the alternatives.
The first symptoms were the visual artifacts. Much as the last time I had a migrane, well over a decade ago, the right-hand side of the universe ceased to be treated as important by my brain. This led to such interesting concepts as half of my head ceasing to exist when I stopped looking directly at it in the mirror. I thought that I would calm down with a book, as the artifacts were making it very difficult to code. I picked The Science of Diskworld. It took me a while to realise that I wasn't actually reading it. By the time I had gotten through the first half page, I could no longer connect two words together. I could (with difficulty) read a word, and another word, but I could not figure out what the connection between them was, let alone for an entire sentence. This had started to be concerning when Mim started to ask me questions. After the second question, I realised that I had heard every word of her question, and understood not one of them.
I started to get alarmed, and tried to tell Mim what was happening. I think I got the message across by default.
"Dannet I, cob't uggersad you!" I think is what I said at one point. Mim said later that I was talking gibberish, in almost words. Until it wore off, I was enjoying a bout of full-blown aphasia -- I had completely lost the power of understanding or producing meaningful speech. The visual artifacts and the severe (but not canonically migrane-intensity) headache did not help. After an hour or two it wore off.
At first I thought it was a reaction to the industrial-quantities of cold-and-flu tablets I've been taking so that I merely feel crap, instead of lacking the energy to even gasp for a quick death. The migrane theory came as we went to bed, and does make some more sense, given as I hadn't overdosed on the pseudoephidrine/paracetomol/codine tablets. The lingering fear, however, did mean that I felt worse this morning than I had to, because I avoided the medication in case it triggered the aphasia again.
I would much prefer it if that doesn't happen again, thank you.
Now Mim's getting snotty as well, Abbi had a nightmare which woke her up from her nap this afternoon, and tomorrow is the Scribal Workshop, and with one thing and another, I doubt that I will be able to go.
feh.
At least, I really, really hope it was a migrane, because I don't want to think about the alternatives.
The first symptoms were the visual artifacts. Much as the last time I had a migrane, well over a decade ago, the right-hand side of the universe ceased to be treated as important by my brain. This led to such interesting concepts as half of my head ceasing to exist when I stopped looking directly at it in the mirror. I thought that I would calm down with a book, as the artifacts were making it very difficult to code. I picked The Science of Diskworld. It took me a while to realise that I wasn't actually reading it. By the time I had gotten through the first half page, I could no longer connect two words together. I could (with difficulty) read a word, and another word, but I could not figure out what the connection between them was, let alone for an entire sentence. This had started to be concerning when Mim started to ask me questions. After the second question, I realised that I had heard every word of her question, and understood not one of them.
I started to get alarmed, and tried to tell Mim what was happening. I think I got the message across by default.
"Dannet I, cob't uggersad you!" I think is what I said at one point. Mim said later that I was talking gibberish, in almost words. Until it wore off, I was enjoying a bout of full-blown aphasia -- I had completely lost the power of understanding or producing meaningful speech. The visual artifacts and the severe (but not canonically migrane-intensity) headache did not help. After an hour or two it wore off.
At first I thought it was a reaction to the industrial-quantities of cold-and-flu tablets I've been taking so that I merely feel crap, instead of lacking the energy to even gasp for a quick death. The migrane theory came as we went to bed, and does make some more sense, given as I hadn't overdosed on the pseudoephidrine/paracetomol/codine tablets. The lingering fear, however, did mean that I felt worse this morning than I had to, because I avoided the medication in case it triggered the aphasia again.
I would much prefer it if that doesn't happen again, thank you.
Now Mim's getting snotty as well, Abbi had a nightmare which woke her up from her nap this afternoon, and tomorrow is the Scribal Workshop, and with one thing and another, I doubt that I will be able to go.
feh.
