Wednesday, November 4, 2015

All you got and it's not a lot

It is supposed to rain tomorrow.

Lately, that's the kiss of death.

The dropping barometric pressure gives me a horrible migraine that usually doesn't let up until the rain starts.  Don't get me wrong, it's better than it used to be.  At least with the new preventative I'm on I can manage the pain.

The sick kid tried to go to school today and ended up calling home within the first hour.  Since this was her third day home, I decided to go the doc's.  We hopped in the car so we could make it to walk-in hours.

Kid:  Do you have a migraine?

Me: I don't think so.

Kid:  You're breathing really heavy, like when you have a migraine.

Me:  Then I must be getting one.  Thanks for telling me.

That might seem like a weird conversation to share.  But for me, it's really important.  My husband and daughter are no so attuned to my signs that they often catch my migraines before I do.  I'm so used to living with pain that I don't figure it out until its too late. Then I'm just screwed for the day.

And today, I got really lucky.

If the kid wasn't home, no one would have noticed my oncoming migraine.  I took a pill as soon as I got to the doctor's office.  After we got her diagnosis, a small stomach virus, we both came home and went to bed.

I got up around 3:30 and went to some appointments.  I looked like a rock star!  Well, I looked like a hungover rock star wearing sunglasses indoors and that don't-put-food-near-me-or-I'll-puke-on-it look.

You know what they say, "Showing up is half the battle."

I made it.  It wasn't pretty, but I got there.

NaBloPoMo November 2015

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