I was thankful that Max had a birthday party to go to (for 3 hours!), as there was no school (inservice day).
I was thankful that Maeve took several long naps (one on my chest, snuggled on the couch while I caught up on last Sunday's "Girls", lights off and volume waaaaaay down).
I was thankful Bill grabbed a pizza for dinner.
I was lacking patience, motivation...I was lacking kindness and compassion.
I was testy to my 8 year-old when he wanted to wrestle and play Transformers.
I was counting the minutes to bedtime (theirs) and bathtime (mine).
I considered having a beer while the tub filled, but didn't...alcohol would probably only compound the horrible way I have been feeling.
I have had a killer headache since...Friday (it's Thursday now)...so, maybe that's why I was a groggy bitch all day.
It's been almost a week.
A seventy-two hour migraine, one visit to Urgent Care, one prescription for Maxalt, and several days of lingering migraine-hangover headaches...guess it has all caught up to me.
I can't be like this to my family (or myself), so I am seeing a specialist next week.
Maybe some answers, maybe some (non-narcotic, hopefully) relief.
Migraines suck and until I was afflicted with them myself, I always thought people who suffered from them just couldn't handle headaches.
Isn't that mean?