The topic of this week is: Headaches. Remember that image of the telephone pole banging against my stomach while I'm up against a brick wall? Well, this is like that, but at my head and not as bad. But still, in the last few days I've had a headache everyday and nothing works except for an ice pack and an Excedrin Migraine which I really shouldn't be taking, even though the doctor said I could. This is the same doctor who prescribed me muscle relaxants for a backache, who, on the phone, never asks what trimester I'm in or if I tried regular tylenol yet or really anything else. (I'm looking for a new doctor if you know of any maccabi doctors in Jerusalem.)
Ok, we're going to the mall and then to play tennis -- one of the last vestiges of my normal semi-active life.
1 comment:
your blog is making laugh out loud at work. haha. bless this office where no one cares.
i must tell you that the pickles thing happens to me too. obv without the pregnancy.
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