Bully

I had a bad day yesterday. You may have noticed I didn’t blog. Well, that’s ’cause I was keeping myself so busy – what with all the praying for merciful death I was doing.

I woke up with a full-blown migraine. I was aware of the headache in my sleep, and I actually dreamed I got out of bed and took an Imitrex. I guess I hate myself deep down. Why else would my subconscious trick me into oversleeping like that?

So, when I finally woke up and really took a pill, it was too late. Migraine sufferers know what I mean. If you are taking the pill late, you might as well just throw it in the toilet. That’s where it’s going – and fast.

I took my pill anyway. Just for giggles. Then I attempted to do normal things like watch a movie or surf the internet. But, those things involve light, color and/or noise and they inspired the pain to new levels. So, of course, I threw up my Imitex and my morning coffee, took another Imitrex, drank water and went back to bed until 2 p.m.

After that I was well enough to let my wonderful husband take me to dinner, but I did very little else. Although the headache was mostly gone, it threatened to come back if I aggravated it.

So, for most of the day, I sat very quietly and did very little so as not to antagonize it into kicking my ass again.

Long story short, I hate my head. It’s big and mean and causes me great pain.