I was home from work today with a massive headache behind my left eye. I’ve thought in the past that I had a migraine, but I don’t think I knew what it meant until today. Nausea, light sensitivity and involuntarily tear shedding (not of the self-pitying type). I spent most of the day in bed, graduating from Tylenol, to Ibuprofen, and finally to one of hubby’s migraine prescriptions – Imitrex. 3rd time’s the charm, turns out. It’s my favorite new drug. (That sounds wrong, doesn’t it?)
I started feeling normal again around 5pm, just in time to accomplish diddly-squat for the day. I hate being home all day and not accomplishing anything. Even if I do have a valid excuse. I figured I could have squeezed out a load of laundry or two. Or done the dishes. Or taken out the trash. Or any number of a hundred chores that always need to be done. But no, it apparently wasn’t in the stars. I did fit some reading in, once I could focus properly, and that always makes me happy.
Hubby was a sweetheart and did the dishes and cooked dinner which was much appreciated by me. And now it’s 10:30 and I’ve slept most of the day and am wondering how I’m going to con my brain into settling in for the night. I need something desperately boring to do. Like watch paint dry or something.