Coincidence?

Yesterday evening, sometime during the Patriots' inexplicable loss to the Jets, my head began to pound. Since I haven't really been around too many humans this week (and no close contact), I can only think of one cause: the scallops.

My head hurt so much that I wound up going to bed just after ten pm, which is unheard of unless I have to get up super early for a vacation departure. I tried to read for a bit, but gave it up as futile, and fell asleep. I had so many bizarre dreams! I was writing a book from 3 different points of view, and each dream snippet was one of the characters taking his/her turn. I wish I'd been able to transmit it to paper, because I just remember waking up and rolling over a lot, and each time I did, a new chapter began.

I was hot all night, but my skin was cool. My head kept pounding anytime my consciousness arose from sleep. And I felt miserable, all while my brain was writing that damned book. I woke up at 8 when my alarm went off, I had cereal and orange juice, and the thought of the tv made my head hurt even more, so I went to my bed to read in silence. I wound up falling asleep again, and it was more of the same, though the story was too far down in my consciousness, and wasn't as vibrant. I got up at 12:30, did the dishes (the house was still pretty rank with the odor of bad fish), made coffee, and things are slowly getting back to normal, though I still have a pretty steady (if not as severe) throbbing going on. Hopefully it works its way out of my system by tomorrow morning, because this really sucks.