After dropping the kids at school yesterday, I came home and went to sleep. I'd woken up with an incredible headache behind my eyes. The sinus meds did nothing, the Imitrex I took when my stomach started to churn did nothing, the Aleve did nothing. I woke up in time to pick Daniel up mid-day, came home, handed him off to Scott and went back to sleep. I woke at 3, had some toast, went back to sleep. Dropped Simon off at his dance at 6, stayed awake to pick him up at 8:30, and went back to sleep. And that was my day.
I guess had I posted a Friday Flashback it would have been about the first migraine I remember having. It was the summer I was 10, and it lasted 2 1/2 days. I agonized in front of a fan, whimpering at noise and light. At one point I went to the grocery store with my mom, and stayed in the car, lying on the back seat - it was only place we had air conditioning and mom left the car running while she shopped and I suffered. I can remember every detail - the cool vinyl seats, the line of sunlight and shadow on the back of the driver's seat, the rumble of traffic outside. And I can remember the pain. Every bit of it.
So I woke this morning feeling not quite 100%, maybe 80% or so. I had some breakfast (an improvement on yesterday already!) and after a couple of cups of coffee felt up to tackling Friday's 20 feet of kitchen. Mission accomplished. There's another pile of procrastination in the next hot spot. Monday. I hope. And after that comes my sewing cabinet. Eek.