Noteworthy

The Bachelorette Party for Future SIL Sheep went on as scheduled last night.  However, it should be noted that it went on without me.  I was, shall we say, "otherwise occupied."

I was having one of my Noteworthy Headaches.  I don't get them very often so I generally miss what's going on in my noggin until it is too late to really do anything about it.  And I don't call them what I think they truly are because I am not a doctor nor has anyone with appropriate initials after his or her name done this either.  But they are Noteworthy.  They start with an entertaining sparkly lightening bolt running from the upper right corner of my right eyeball to the lower left.  

Watching TV is hard.  

Then I get a moderate, but really pretty tolerable headache.  There is still plenty of time to stop things if I am on top of my game.

But, chances are, I'm busy watching TV.

Then the nausea hits.  We are pretty much out of time now.  The "noteworthy" portion of the festivities will soon commence.

I usually just watch TV and hope for the best.

Next, I hurl a lot.  There is really no predicting how long this part will last, but I know it's over when I note fragments of my pedicure making an appearance.  

You can only imagine how challenging it is to keep watching TV during all this, but I do my best.

Finally, I get verrrrry sleeeeeepy.  The TV is still on but it is really confusing because I'll be watching something and then suddenly a whole other show is on.  I've lost two hours.  Not that it really matters because I'll just be asleep again in a few minutes.  

This all has a fairly migraine-y feel to it.  But, I'm no doctor.  I don't even play one on TV...

So, with all that noteworthy activity going on, I figured it was probably best to stick around the homestead last night.  I'm told I missed a good time.  But I honestly think that the limo driver responsible for transporting the revelers is happier knowing that I was not in the back of his vehicle.  This is the same company that's providing cars for the wedding and you just know it will be the same driver.  That's just how my life works...

But it isn't all bad news.  Sure, I had to stay home last night.  But not everyone was entirely unhappy with that turn of events.

Don' likes it when Mama goes 'way.  Makes me all sad-faced.  Mamas should stay home wif the babies.

I also come out of this sort of headache with renewed vigor and an appreciation for life in general.  The sun is brighter, the air is cleaner and the world is a beautiful place full of hope and possibilities.  Why there is no mountain I cannot climb, no sea I could not cross!  I'm like a superwoman!!  (Who watches a lot of TV...)

This, I suppose, is why I happened to start swatching today.  I do not care for swatching.  It is not the kind of thing I feel is really necessary in spite of reams of evidence to the contrary.  (And a drawer full of knitting projects gone awry, to boot)  But, swatch I did.  Who knows?

Maybe there will be another sweater of note in my future...

Or not.  We'll have to see if the post-noteworthy-headache-high is wreaking havoc with my overall ability to judge knitting possibilities.  If it doesn't work out, I'm certain I can find a use for a half-knit thingie.

Perhaps a security blanket for a certain Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty Of Note?  If he can't handle me going away for one night, I don't think he is going to do well when I go back to work the week after next.

SA