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You'd think I'd be used to the routine of taking my propranalol when I wake up, but every now and then, it completely slips my mind. And when I go to take my afternoon pill and see the morning one still there, I know I'm screwed.
I didn't make it to kung fu last night, and it's my own fault. I forgot to take my pill in the morning, and by the time the evening rolled around, I was completely messed up. I noticed oddities while waiting at the hospital. My concentration was wacky, and my vision was acting very strange. The migraine auras were turning light into a jello-like effect. Everything had a slight wibblewobble to it, and when I looked at something, although I didn't have blind spots, I seemed to be experiencing a variation on tunnel vision. I could only really comprehend what was in the central part of my vision. Everything else tapered off to an incomprehensible mishmash of colour.
And then the exhaustion set in. Although I physically felt fine (I knew I could still lift weights, for example), I had a great desire for sleep. And so, around 7:30, when I'd normally be biking off to kung fu class, I found myself crashed face down in bed. I slept until about 10:30 in my clothes, and then f00 woke me up.
I felt much better, and was able to finish reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It's a very satisfying read, and I anxiously await the next book in the series!
I didn't make it to kung fu last night, and it's my own fault. I forgot to take my pill in the morning, and by the time the evening rolled around, I was completely messed up. I noticed oddities while waiting at the hospital. My concentration was wacky, and my vision was acting very strange. The migraine auras were turning light into a jello-like effect. Everything had a slight wibblewobble to it, and when I looked at something, although I didn't have blind spots, I seemed to be experiencing a variation on tunnel vision. I could only really comprehend what was in the central part of my vision. Everything else tapered off to an incomprehensible mishmash of colour.
And then the exhaustion set in. Although I physically felt fine (I knew I could still lift weights, for example), I had a great desire for sleep. And so, around 7:30, when I'd normally be biking off to kung fu class, I found myself crashed face down in bed. I slept until about 10:30 in my clothes, and then f00 woke me up.
I felt much better, and was able to finish reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It's a very satisfying read, and I anxiously await the next book in the series!
