oof. i think i might be more stressed than i thought.
i’m in the middle of what my doctor suspects is My First Migrane. I know my mom used to have migranes, mainly while she was stressed. I’m on Imitrex and Hydrocodone. The Hydrocodone always yields a positive result with no bad side-effects, but the Imitrex made me feel not at all comfortable. My whole body got really tense, my heart rate increased, i just didn’t feel right. the migrane subsided almost completely though… Almost.
I know i’ve been running around maybe a little bit more than usual lately, more stuff has been on my mind, but i feel like i’ve certainly been a whole hell of a lot more stressed than this before, and i never had these headaches before (i’ve had this one since Sunday morning). I guess if it’s gonna happen sometime, it doesn’t matter all the times it never happened before…
Anyway, i do have a bit on my plate coming up – on April 1st, i’m driving to Vermont to photograph my very first wedding – that of my ex, Joanna, and her fiance, Tiffany. I’m honored, and excited, since i will be the only guest besides the minister. They want the ceremony to be uber-private, which is fine with me since that makes the work a lot easier and i only have to focus on them and their environment. It’s pretty cool to be imagining capturing the most beautiful photographs for someone who, years and years ago, i just never thought i’d ever get over. Now, i just can’t wait to see her smile at her brand-new bride. how cool.
That NIGHT, i will be driving from Vermont to Manhattan to celebrate my brother Michael at a huge invite-only, own-the-bar party to see him off for his move to L.A. Oh, and his roommate Chad and I are planning on getting married. Mom and Guy seem to approve, and Dad and Carol raised their eyebrows in celebration. I think it’s a perfect match – he’s smart and pretty, and since no women are ever good enough for me, i figure i’ll see what the guy can do. Anyway, i couldn’t possibly miss spending time with Mike while i was close enough to, and to meet the people who love him almost as much as his family does. Also, someone’s gotta look out for the guy, who better than his little sister? … 
I’m looking forward to quite the collection of amazing photos on April 2nd to sift through.
OH and this stressed me out, but it happened after the migrane started: Someone with a white car scraped themself against the bumper of my brand new car. Three weeks old, and there’s a foot of scratch to the black layer under the paint. Smarty noticed it and after my eyes and brain and heart completely took in the scope of this small assault, i cried like a child even through today. I know it could be worse damage, but the fact that i JUST got it, it means a lot to me in terms of a milestone… and to understand that accidents happen, but i don’t understand how you could just drive away. Like that old lady who sideswiped me in froggy years ago, and then claimed that it was me who did it… i am only on these occasions embarrassed at my previous faith in humanity. it gets me every time.
Oh and repair costs according to Nissan would be $400.
today while at CVS, i waited for 1/2 an hour to get my prescription filled. When i went up to the pharmacy counter to ask if my prescription was ready, i hadn’t heard my name yet, the attitude-ridden young woman at the next computer behind the counter muttered, “well if you just LISTEN…” as if i hadn’t been listening for my name to be called.
In response, i asked her if she had any services for people that are hard of hearing so they can know when their prescriptions are ready.
Bitch. she should be a-fucking-shamed of herself.
By the way CVS does NOT have a system for hard-of-hearing people to know when their prescriptions are ready.
Anyway. I hope my migrane goes away and never comes back. I don’t wanna visit one more mean pharmacist unless it’s for birth control (Chad and i haven’t decided on kids yet).
