|Ow, and wah.
||[Oct. 14th, 2008|06:32 pm]
Dear Tontor, The Headache That Destroys All Ability To Focus On Anything,|
I appreciate that you just gave me a call today, instead of dropping to spend the day the way you usually do. Talking to you on the phone is a lot less unpleasant than hanging out with you in person, metaphorically speaking.
You still eliminated any vestige of productivity I might have had today, and I don't really have time for that because I'm really busy.
Please go away, you brain-hammering prick.
Are you having migraines? I did for years. Go to your doctor, don't suffer.
Oh, it's nothing at all like a migraine, from what I've read of them. It's just this particular flavor of headache I get very occasionally that, even though it's not all that painful, utterly destroys my ability to do any kind of thinking that requires actual effort.
Excedrin is your friend. Take at least 2 to start, maybe 3, then as needed every 2 hours - or as long as you can go, up to 8 tablets a day.
2008-10-15 01:42 pm (UTC)
Dear Dr. Tectonic:
Get some decent amount of sleep, and drink lots of fluids. When you refrain from doing so, I can't help come to the neighborhood. It's like keeping an open trash can and complaining about the raccoons.
There's an unexpected kindness to Tontor I find refreshing. I wish my headaches would give me advice.
Ha! He's just trying to be shirk the blame.
You know, you're right. He does sound kind of preachy. Die, Tontor, Die!
Dude, don't try and play that "oh, he was asking for it" bullshit on me. I know dehydration and lack of sleep headaches, and you're no Jack Heddachy. You're a fucker who just shows up to make trouble is what you are.
Die in a fire,
Sometimes Tontor comes to visit my uterus. He plays his stereo really loud and practices with his morningstar.
Tontor's evil twin TamTam visits mine with a railroad spike.