Wednesday Wonders

A day late.... I wonder how Dana knew I was begging her to stop by in my sleeping stupor!

Yesterday I left work early, stomach heaving. Puke-or-pass out migraine pain. It sucked. Sinus migraine. Had to pull over a few times because my head kept lolling to one side, eyes wouldn't stay opened. It sucked. When I pulled into my parking space I slept in my car, trying not to throw up again. I made it inside and remembered that I was out of my 24 hr lactaid stuff. I whimpered, because I wasn't leaving the house again. I passed out in my recliner, stirring every now and then, thinking, "I could text Dana- but looking at my phone would make me sick again... I could call Dana- but then the sound of her phone ringing would hurt my head... I wish Dana would just stop by..." and drifted back to sleep.

About 3 hours later, there's an abrupt knock on my door. At first I thought it was my phone, as my ringtone is knocking. I said to myself, very groggily, "Maybe it's Dana?" and realized if I moved I'd probably throw up again. Trying to ignore it, I cuddled back under the blankets into the recliner, but the knocking wouldn't stop. I got up, answered the door, AND THERE WAS DANA!!! She'd grabbed the wrong key and was locked out, walked home from the gym, and then to my house from her house!

I told her it was her sub-concious listening to my sub-concious. Yay! for the honorary twinage powers we share.