“Why didn’t you take your husband’s name?” to which I always reply “Because I didn’t fucking want to.”
In fact, he’s got a terrific last name. Rolls of the tongue nicely, has a good rhythm to it, initials would look on on towels.
I just didn’t want to. Also, we’re not planning on having kids. So quit asking that, too.
Because we are past the time when wives went from their fathers name to their husbands name because of OWNERSHIP. How about that for a reason? People need to mind their business. My reply is always, is he going to take MY name? Okay then, why should I ever take his?
“You are the mountain i’m the low-flying bi-plane
We come together in the most calamitous ways
You’re the tsunami I am the fisher in the bay
We come together
In the most glamorous ways
You hold the center
I ride the satellite
We come together
You are the love of my life”—Tanya Donelly, The Center
Last night I was sitting here on the computer and my left hand started to go numb. Actually just my pointer finger went numb. Then as that came back it was my ring finger, then my pinky, then my palm. It’s wasn’t like pins and needles or that it “fell asleep”. It just WENT NUMB*. So that was weird.
I should have known when the headache started it would not be good. I kind of did know, so I went to bed. I tried to sleep but my head started throbbing and I was having some half awake dream about Pete and Don on Mad Men.
I have only had one other real migraine. It happened the night of my friend’s wedding in 2005. I was the maid of honor in that wedding. I had a good day but was out in the sun, drinking margaritas, I think all I really ate was chocolate cake. By the time I was on the way home by head was pounding and I had to get my friend to pull the car over so I could throw up on the side of the road. I was staying at my mom’s house (she’s a nurse) and while I was crying and throwing up she said, I think you’re having a migraine. I thought I was dying. My head felt like it was going to turn inside out. Finally she found some tylenol with codeiene and I was able to go to sleep.
But last night I didn’t have my mom or codeine. So I sat in the dark and cried, clutching my throbbing head. My grandmother died of a brain anuerisum so while I didn’t think that is what was actually happening to me, it is scary to think that she laid down with a headache and nevre got up again. How bad does the pain need to be for you to know this is REALLY bad? I tried to think of a number, on a scale from 1-10. 10 being the worst. 10 being, okay I am really about to DIE and I decided my headache was a 7. Which isn’t the worst but also is not good.
Finally I got up and made myself throw up. I didn’t need to stick my finger down my throat. I just stood in the bathroom and listened to my headache go BANG BANG BANG inside my skull.
I took some Tylenol PM and finally went to sleep. But the headache is still with me a little. The dude just started playing some music and I became a child with my hands thrown over my ears saying “that’s too loud!! THAT’S TOO LOUD!” He looked at me like, okay?
The migraine made me do it.
*from Wikipedia on migraines - ther symptoms of the aura phase can include auditory, gustatory or olfactory hallucinations, temporary dysphasia, vertigo, tingling or numbness of the face and extremities,