Today had all the promises of being a great day. Well at least a productive and fairly pleasant one. I did wake up at about 330am when my phone finally decided to notify me of a voice mail that I’d received about 330pm yesterday (damn technology), but I was able to fall blissfully back to sleep sans the regular insomnia, smiling even with the knowledge that I could sleep as late as my little body felt it needed to…–until about 930 when Mr. W called to tell me about his run, and remind me, oh so wonderfully, that I too was supposed to go running this morning. Not with him, as we don’t do that, but I was supposed to at least hit the treadmill at the gym. So much for sleeping in. But I forgive him, as he is almost always very wonderful besides. I took my time getting out of bed, with a little “dehydration” headache going on, or at least I thought. I took a shower, and promptly went downstairs and downed a glass of water before starting breakfast. Three glasses of water later, I face the chaos that is my house, and then it hits me…..MIGRAINE! Full on, ears ringing, eyes watering, can’t stand, can’t sit, nausea-inducing migraine. But there is so much to do!! I’d been ignoring all the signs all week: the lightheaded spells, the fatigue, the yawning, the little nagging tightness at the base of my neck. Wishful thinking I suppose. So I pop my drugs and wait, contemplating going upstairs to lay down, but end up stripping the bed instead to wash the sheets, and a quick glance out the window to the absolutely beautiful sunny day out reminds me: “stupid girl, bright sunshiny days hurt!” Another wave of nausea, and I think of laying down again. But the house, and my evening’s plans with Mr. W….V-day has been postponed to TODAY, thanks to an expected but truly unwelcome little red-headed visitor last week. I can fight through this, right? Coffee, let’s try coffee. Oh, the smells in my kitchen! I’d cleaned out the fridge this morning, and made tuna and eggs for breakfast (sounds weird but it’s absolutely delicious, I swear!) and now my kitchen is filled with random smells that just hurt! More nausea and a new stabbing over my left eye. Fuck the coffee, time to lay down. Sorry in advance for the mess you will have to witness this evening, Mr. W. I’m just glad you don’t understand. I wouldn’t wish a migraine on my worst enemy!
