Thank God for Granny's Buttermilk Pie recipe. I got the stuff to make it yesterday when I braved Wal-Mart, and after tweaking it, I have a new favorite dessert. There is not one healthful thing in that pie.... It's the only thing I bake that actually uses real butter, but it was in every single way worthy of it.
Right now, I have the beginnings of a RAGING migraine. I can feel it cranking up to kick me in the head until I'm in a whimpering ball. I am hoping the pie will somehow miraculously stave off the pain. It's a combination of all the wonderful factors that always give me headaches.... The weather is doing stupid stuff, my body is doing stupid stuff, work is full of stupid stuff; combine it, and voila! a perfect storm.
All I have to say is that it had all better enjoy it. I have an appointment to see a new neurologist, and I think I'm just going to tell him to open it up and take out the offending bits (ha). In all reality, I'm as happy as a person can be about going to a doctor that I've got this appointment. I haven't seen a specialist in far too long, and clearly my condition is changing. I need piece of mind even if there is nothing that can actually be done for my poor aching brain.
There was more I wanted to say, more to tell you about the day, about a poetry contest and my entry therein, about pottery tonight, about all the little trivial nonsense you've come to expect from me, gentle reader, but right now, somebody is gleefully slamming me in the head with a sledgehammer. I think it's Maxalt time, soon to be followed by falldown and cry time, to be followed by sweet and merciful unconsciousness if there is any justice in the world.
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