Well, it actually did happen, but I wasn't there. I woke up yesterday morning with a splitting headache - the kind where light hurts and reading hurts but I'm not sure is a migraine because it doesn't stay in one place. Also because it's always accompanied by nausea and once I do vomit, it goes away.
The problem was the potluck. See, not only was I bringing lasagna, I was also driving. My in-laws were in a fender-bender a couple months ago - they're just fine - and their car was totalled. They haven't replaced it yet. The plan was for us to rent a car, pick them up and take them home, and for me to do all the driving. Otherwise you get the comedy we've had in the past.
My father-in-law is an excellent driver *period*, not just for his age (past 80), and he's perfectly capable of navigating unfamiliar roads. But my mother-in-law refuses to believe that. She's the worst of right-side drivers. However, her vision has unfortunately become very bad in the last few years, so *her* naviagation is questionable. *And* Dad, from a combination of years of orchestra work (he's a classical trumpet player) *and* an acoustic neuroma, has very poor hearing, and none at all in his right ear. But he has to do the driving.
So you get this comedy - Dad driving. Mom shouting at him. Jonathan, who is also a right side driver, but not as bad and who also has not great eyesight, shouting from the backseat. He also does not have a license.
There is only one person in the car with fully functional eyes, fully functional ears and a driver's license. And what am I doing? Sitting behind my mother-in-law and laughing. And wondering why I'm not at the wheel.
But this time, I was renting the car, and I sign an agreement whereby only *I* can drive. I'd still have to endure the back seat drivers, but at least it wouldn't be a complete comedy.
Except that I couldn't open my eyes without pain. No way could I drive. I tried pepto-bismol and acid pills, and water, and nothing helped. So I just slept. And at 10:30, I finally convinced my husband that I wasn't going to be driving anywhere, and he canceled the rental. I felt even more awful because they were depending on me.
Eventually, with a great deal of effort, I emptied my stomach. And when I say effort, I mean effort. The water trick didn't work - and I mostly tossed medication. My eyes are ringed with broken capillaries and I have others all over my face. I felt better soon afterwards, and a migraine pill (aspirin/acetominophen/caffeine) not only stayed in my stomach but fixed what was left of the headache. That and a cup of raman and then a small amount of coffee to stave off withdrawal made me feel almost human. Not enough to go anywhere, but enough so I could think.
Frankly, I'm worried. This is the second time I've been sick like this in ten days, and the broken capillaries are really scary (and ugly.) I'm more or less well enough to go to work today - stomach is faintly growly but wants food - but I made a doctor's appointment for after work today. And I wish I wore makeup, but my glasses hide the worst.
As for the potluck - my husband and in-laws took the train to NJ, where the host picked them up at the station, and they got car rides home. So that was fine. And Jonathan did offer to stay home with me, but I was already okay. I spent the afternoon bouncing between the fic I'd stored on my Toy, various books and whatever was on tv.
And I found I could happily handwrite a story on my Toy, which was also fun. When I get a keyboard, I'll be set.