I'm afraid I may have managed to seem to be somewhat rude to one of my officers this evening, though in truth, I didn't mean it in such a manner. I finally decided to use some sick time, as this migraine that has been assaulting my senses for a few weeks now has started to affect my level of concentration. When it gets this bad, I try to avoid driving. I decided to make a go of it, however, as I had this awful suspicion that I would end up at the hospital with this one. Rather gallantly and courteously, one of my officers agreed to escort me home. I suppose I seemed to wobble as I was making my way to my car because he tried to convince me to let him drive me home. (Don't get your knickers in a twist, people. He's perfectly respectful.) I declined on the basis of my senior officer's admonishments from the other week and the fact that I didn't want to disturb my EMS staff in the event that I did find myself in need of medical attention. In any event, my officer did follow me home and we made it with no mishaps, thankfully. Walking up my walkway, my insides seemed to twist violently, bringing me to my knees as I reached my door. As I convulsed during my body's attempt to purge itself, my officer made his way to me, intending to help me. Without thinking, I threw my hand up, halting his approach and told him that sometimes, I would become nauseated with a migraine, but it was nothing about which to be concerned. It was almost as if I had splashed his face with icy water, as if he somehow suspected that I suspected him of something foul. I don't know. I'm not a good liar, even if I'm not telling an out and out lie. Maybe he saw a glimmer of remembrance flash across my features as I recalled the way things could be easily taken out of context. I can only imagine the response generated by the sight of one of the officers touching me, much less him carrying my convulsing body into my house. I tremble to think of some of the remarks people would make, some of the glances thrown my way... All in all, I'd say I was very wise to decline his offer of help, despite its innocence. The man does have a family and it would distress me greatly to find them being the object of such petty, stupid gossip.
I have since had some juice, my medicine (Yep! I'm feeling perfectly loopy.) and lots of darkness. Now that the medicine has kicked in, I don't feel the pressure which threatened to expel my left eyeball from its socket. I don't really trust myself to walk or stand so much, but at least I'm at home. I'm less likely to find myself in a position far worse than a mere migraine.
Moving on to things of a more pleasant nature, if all goes accordingly, I shall finally meet Bryan's family and some of his other friends. I can't remember his cousin's name, but she seems to be very nice. I'm looking forward to making some (hopefully) fast friendships with these various boys and girls. It'll be nice to have some new people with which to pal around.
Ugh. I just noticed the way that sounds. I shall finally get to meet Bryan's family... I'm so heartily anticipating these new friendships that I'm speaking as if I'm some female he's had hidden away. You see? I may forever be tainted with a loss of innocence. It angers me that I've been forced to give it up for the mere sake of appearances.
I should probably try to sleep or something before this medicine wears off and I'm able to fully appreciate the strength of this migraine. On that note, I shall bid you farewell, but before I go, allow me to offer my own admonishment: don't twist words and actions into something else, something of a darker nature. Don't murder the innocence of innocence.
