may cause dizziness

AKA, Me and the Funny Paralysis.

It's only funny now. Actually, it's still not funny, but "the funny paralysis" sounds funny, so.

Thursday night I had a migraine so legendarily bad that I passed out on the carpeted steps on set while Mark was shooting his first day of the film. By the time I got home, I feel into bed weeping in agaony, and woke up in starts all night with pain and awful nightmares.

By morning, I felt a little better for an hour or two.

That is, until the muscles in the left side of my body started locking up strangely, eventually locking so bad that after lying down I COULD NOT MOVE that whole side of my torso without yowling in pain, and my left arm started to go numb.

I made myself wait hours before giving in and calling Mark, not wanting to screw up anything for him in the craziness of film production, at which point I was hysterical. A few hours later, a wonderful PA was sent here who took me to urgent care.

After it being determined that no, I was not having a stoke, after being prodded a good deal and told to do things which made me yell in agony, I was informed that -- who knew? -- my muscles had likely spasmed so bad, my nervous system freaked out so much, that the whole works just locked up. I was sent home with a shot in the ass of a painkiller, and two bottles of woozy-making drugs, which absolutely caused the drowsiness and dizziness promised.

A week later now, I'm fine save one knot in my neck, but mother of GAWD that was crazy. A hyperkinetic person like myself being rendered immobile is QUITE the headtrip. And it hurts like a mother, to boot.

If something like that never happens again, it'll be way too soon.