![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2rfLUgM:sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “thank god i’m not sitting on an airplane for this but i am basically…”
Hey, apparently we’re on the same cycle. Currently curled up on the couch and contemplating caffeine vs alcohol for self-medicating. We shall persist.
oh i tried that yesterday. it actually started friday– i had the jaws-theme thing of cramps but nothing visible for a while, and then it started but not heavily, which is typical. but saturday, here’s the thing, saturday we had to check out of our hotel by 11 but the plane didn’t leave until after 8, so we’d planned on spending the day wandering, and i woke up feeling like there was something trying to eat its way out of my pelvis through the front and back simultaneously, and was like, how am i going to spend the day running around. We went for breakfast and I drank an insane amount of coffee but the caffeine did nothing. Then we walked half a mile through the pouring rain (I mean bucketing, and the two of us trying to squeeze under a tiny folding umbrella from a tourist shop, $7.99 and the button broke the third time we opened it) to a brewery that was having a release party for their summer seasonal. And the way it works in Georgia, they can’t sell beer on premises, but they can sell brewery tours that include tastings, so you get a wristband with six logos, and go to the bar and they cross off one every time they pour you something.
Let me tell you, six “six-ounce” (they were about eight ounces) pours of beer does more for cramps than all the coffee in the world.
Helps to pass a day, too. We meant to go to a historic house museum or something but we Did Not. Fuck it, we did the Savannah Tourism thing four years ago, we get the idea. The beer was excellent and it was worth doing. (It’s a neat brewing company– Service Brewing– veteran-owned and operated. I have half a concept of an essay about the weirdness of Southern patriotism and the Army accent vs that damn traitor flag, but. For the record, the historic plaque down at the waterfront talking about the Civil War did have the correct and actual Stars and Bars illustrated on it, not the battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia that inexplicably [You Know Why] adorns the state flag of Georgia.)
I don’t know about today. This is my traditional day of not moving if I can help it, but usually the cramps are a little less severe. (The first full day is always brutal cramps and kind of a lot of blood but not like, unreal. Sometimes, for a bonus round, the cramps make all my lower back muscles go into spasm, which happened yesterday and was fucking amazing and I’m not really over it yet.) The second full day the cramps die down a little– less of a ravenous wolf sensation, more of a bruised exhaustion that flares up into annoyed wolf every time you have to do anything– but the floodgates, as it were, are open, so you best not leave the house or try to accomplish anything. Also like, all my back muscles are sore from cramping up all day yesterday, but it’s just like having worked out too strenuously, not like having been injured, at least.
I usually don’t medicate on this day, mostly because medicating takes effort, and effort makes the wolf annoyed, so lying perfectly still except to run to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so is the ideal approach. Ugh.
But you, honey, pour yourself a mimosa or something. Sometimes I do make myself something with tincture of cramp bark if I can find it, but I don’t have any made up and I just can’t be arsed to hunt it down.
My favorite method of self-medicating with both chemicals is the B-52 Coffee, btw: Coffee, Bailey’s, Kahlua, and Cointreau. Optionally, sometimes i also add blackstrap rum. And sometimes I cut the coffee half-and-half with hot cocoa. I prefer that to Irish coffee, believe it or not.
Hey, apparently we’re on the same cycle. Currently curled up on the couch and contemplating caffeine vs alcohol for self-medicating. We shall persist.
oh i tried that yesterday. it actually started friday– i had the jaws-theme thing of cramps but nothing visible for a while, and then it started but not heavily, which is typical. but saturday, here’s the thing, saturday we had to check out of our hotel by 11 but the plane didn’t leave until after 8, so we’d planned on spending the day wandering, and i woke up feeling like there was something trying to eat its way out of my pelvis through the front and back simultaneously, and was like, how am i going to spend the day running around. We went for breakfast and I drank an insane amount of coffee but the caffeine did nothing. Then we walked half a mile through the pouring rain (I mean bucketing, and the two of us trying to squeeze under a tiny folding umbrella from a tourist shop, $7.99 and the button broke the third time we opened it) to a brewery that was having a release party for their summer seasonal. And the way it works in Georgia, they can’t sell beer on premises, but they can sell brewery tours that include tastings, so you get a wristband with six logos, and go to the bar and they cross off one every time they pour you something.
Let me tell you, six “six-ounce” (they were about eight ounces) pours of beer does more for cramps than all the coffee in the world.
Helps to pass a day, too. We meant to go to a historic house museum or something but we Did Not. Fuck it, we did the Savannah Tourism thing four years ago, we get the idea. The beer was excellent and it was worth doing. (It’s a neat brewing company– Service Brewing– veteran-owned and operated. I have half a concept of an essay about the weirdness of Southern patriotism and the Army accent vs that damn traitor flag, but. For the record, the historic plaque down at the waterfront talking about the Civil War did have the correct and actual Stars and Bars illustrated on it, not the battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia that inexplicably [You Know Why] adorns the state flag of Georgia.)
I don’t know about today. This is my traditional day of not moving if I can help it, but usually the cramps are a little less severe. (The first full day is always brutal cramps and kind of a lot of blood but not like, unreal. Sometimes, for a bonus round, the cramps make all my lower back muscles go into spasm, which happened yesterday and was fucking amazing and I’m not really over it yet.) The second full day the cramps die down a little– less of a ravenous wolf sensation, more of a bruised exhaustion that flares up into annoyed wolf every time you have to do anything– but the floodgates, as it were, are open, so you best not leave the house or try to accomplish anything. Also like, all my back muscles are sore from cramping up all day yesterday, but it’s just like having worked out too strenuously, not like having been injured, at least.
I usually don’t medicate on this day, mostly because medicating takes effort, and effort makes the wolf annoyed, so lying perfectly still except to run to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so is the ideal approach. Ugh.
But you, honey, pour yourself a mimosa or something. Sometimes I do make myself something with tincture of cramp bark if I can find it, but I don’t have any made up and I just can’t be arsed to hunt it down.
My favorite method of self-medicating with both chemicals is the B-52 Coffee, btw: Coffee, Bailey’s, Kahlua, and Cointreau. Optionally, sometimes i also add blackstrap rum. And sometimes I cut the coffee half-and-half with hot cocoa. I prefer that to Irish coffee, believe it or not.
