So, Tuesday morning, I woke up at 2:14 a.m, with a blinding headache.
I thought about getting up to get my migraine medicine, but I was so tired, and so comfortable, that I hoped I could sleep it off.
What is that saying about old dogs and new tricks?
I'm not sure I'll ever learn.
5 a.m., I took the medicine. In retrospect, this was too late - but I'm stubborn and like to think I know better than, say, my own body, and so I just kept plugging away. I couldn't drink coffee. I couldn't eat breakfast. At 9 a.m., I knew I was in trouble, and I took the medicine again - the max you can take it is twice.
At 12 I started vomiting. For the next four hours, I seriously and religiously thought about death. I thought about it the way I imagine few people do - I thought about doing myself in, anything to get rid of the pain.
At 4, I gave it up, dosed myself with Phengran to stop the nausea, and threw myself in bed. I said an Act of Contrition (drama, much? I truly though I might die while asleep and I actually didn't care, anything to stop the pain) and I dropped into sleep like a brick.
I woke up in the pitch dark. I grabbed my phone, and saw that it said 6:27 and wondered - was it still the night or had I slept all the way through? It was so dark! (Time change messes with me at night, yo.) I still felt lousy, but I was also super hungry, so I went downstairs, ate a bite, and went back to bed. (For the record - 6:27 p.m. is really, really dark.)
The next day, I woke up, blissfully headache free, but also deeply worried about this latest headache - I haven't had one that bad in probably ten years, maybe longer. I was dehydrated from all of the vomiting and felt really spacey and somewhat disoriented - better living through chemistry, indeed, but every plus has minus and side effects are cruel often.
And then my kid's asthma flared and we ended up at the doctor, and then we were sent over to the hospital for lab work. Which with this kid was super, super not cool.
And the next day I got a flu shot.
Oh, and did I tell you, I've decided to try to write a book, by using National Book Writing Month (NANoWriMo) as a prompt?
And then my neighborhood had an attempted break in two doors down, and then a week later, five cars were broken into (including my husband's) and one car across the street was stolen?
Let's see, what else happened?
I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH, DON'T YOU????