I had the mother of all migraines yesterday. I woke up with it, which is worse than if I get a migraine when I'm awake, not sure why, but that's just how my brain rolls. I couldn't sit up, couldn't open my eyes, couldn't do anything that would facilitate getting drugs in my bloodstream. Fortunately, Miss O came into my bedroom when she woke up, and gladly fetched me a glass of water and my drugs. The f!or!nal wasn't as effective as normal, but it took enough of the edge off that I could go downstairs and clean up the three broken eggs and one shattered glass from my kitchen floor.
Because nothing says THROW MAMA A BONE, HERE, PEOPLE, like dropping eggs on the floor.
It was just a day.
I had an appointment to meet with my doctor to discuss how I've been having non-stop brain pain for almost 20 days. Because really? That's a bit much. Except when you take a full-on dose of the happy pills, and then another full-on dose four hours later because the first dose didn't actually work, you have WAY TOO MUCH narcotic-ish stuff in your blood to operate a motor vehicle. And also, you're probably not real good with conducting a conversation, either, so what's the point.
They can see me next Friday. As in TEN DAYS FROM TODAY. By that time, I'll have had a headache for a full month, and have been alone with my children about 93% of that time. Not that the two are related. Maybe they are. I think the children are more of an exacerbator than a cause, if you want my professional opinion.
In other news, it's still cold and rainy in my neck of the woods. So much so, that I'm seriously considering breaking the neck of my woods and finding another a) neck or b) woods.
Exacerbator sounds dirty.