Yeah, you read that right. I've been battling this migraine for a week. It seems like it might be dying down, only to come roaring back at me in all it's spiky glory. I've been sleeping crappy, not eating well, I'm nauseous, not really fit company for anybody, and I don't mind telling you, it's beginning to piss me off.
I hate this less when it happens in bad weather. Now is the time when I want to be playing with my kids. I have summer projects planned, like the great gel glue t-shirt project. My Dad just picked up the glue, but it sits on the table, mocking me. No happy squeals of laughter in the backyard for me just now. The only good thing about it is that I never tell the boys any of my plans in advance, it's always a surprise, that way they are never sitting around disappointed. But, damn it, I am.
I just barely made it through poker on Saturday night. I just got a regular game going I'll be damned if I'm going to let a headache stop me. The nice thing about playing with family is that they know the situation and we deal with it. So, it was a low key night, and everybody was drinking but me. A lot of times after the game is over we'll sit around and socialize for a while, but as I was ailing, we called it a night. Now, like I said, the majority of the table was lit up like the fourth of July, who do you think met Blargle the great white porcelain god? Hello!
I'm used to being in pain on some level, but when it wants to stay at a seven out of ten or higher for days on end, it makes me crabby. Before I decided to get out of bed and try to have a life, none of this would matter, it would just be the slightly dimmer week in a dim life. Now that I actually have a life, with kids and a husband and activities and such, it's really quite irritating, to say the least. Especially in summertime.
I am in bed too much and it feels like summer is flying by. Maybe I'm dwelling on it a little, I always feel a little guilty when pain keeps me down too long. It's just that summer always seems to go by so fast anyway, I don't like missing a minute of it, let alone a whole week.