Sometimes you have 2 epic days of scary. In my case, I had 3.
On Day 8, I asked my doctor for help with my migraines. Why is this scary? Because the last several times I’ve been on prescription strength migraine drugs I’ve had terrible side effects. One dropped my blood pressure so low I’d black out just bending over to tie my shoes. The other felt like 15 minutes of a heart attack and involved injections. But over the counter stuff just wasn’t doing it for me anymore, and isn’t doing it for the latest bout.
I tried my new prescription, and so far, so good? I think? I still have the mild heart attack feeling (that’s no joke; if someone can tell me why migraine drugs give you chest pain that mimics a heart attack, I’d love to know). Brains are weird. But wow. It’s nice to not be down for the count because my brain decided to have a massive electrical storm.
Day 9: The day that I drove within 5 miles of the Mexican border all for an inexpensive Shark Professional vacuum cleaner.
There are a few stores out in San Diego called GTM. They resell things that people return to Costco and Sam’s Club because they won’t re-stock them, or they take stock overflow that didn’t sell and sell it for dirt cheap.
I drove to their warehouse on my lunch break, which was a wee bit further south than I imagined. One wrong turn away from Mexico wrong, but that’s okay.
I have a vacuum, my floors are clean, and I got a $200 vacuum for the low low price of $32.
Day 10: Flew to San Antonio. Talked to strangers on the plane. Talked to strangers on the shuttle. Was adopted by a lovely couple married for 48 years from Houston and had dinner with them. Wrote. Worked. Talked to strangers. Wandered San Antonio around 9:30 p.m. and found beauty in its quiet and emptiness. Found my solitude more than bearable.