Getting my Head Back in the Game

So immediately after I finished Sunday's post, I got up from the desk, picked up a load of laundry and carried it upstairs to my room, and started folding it. On the way, I let the dog outside. Going up the stairs, I noticed that blindy-"looked-into-the-sun"-spot in my right eye, and waited for it to clear. After about 10 minutes, I realized I was indoors, had no lights on, and had not in fact looked into the sun when I let the dog out. About that time, the blindy blinky light shifted into my left eye and formed an arc around the outer rim, and then I realized--this is a migraine.

Fuuuuuuccccck.

I got my first migraine about a month or two after I started working at my last job. I'd never had one before that, and it scared the shit out of me. I'm sitting at my desk and suddenly wondering when exactly I looked into a bright light and why I can't see. After 15 minutes I started to wonder if I might be having a stroke and maybe I should alert someone to this fact. Another few minutes and my vision cleared, only to be replaced with That. Pounding. Throbbing. Nightmare. that lasted the rest of the day.

Since then, I've averaged one about every couple of months or so, but they're never really debilitating, and they've never lasted more than that day. I've felt mildly hungover the following day, but have always bounced back relatively quickly. And, as I was just bragging to a co-worker Friday morning, I haven't had one since last fall.

Well, this one flat out sucked balls. As soon as I realized what was coming, I went downstairs and slammed a Coke Zero (caffeine) and popped 2 Sudafed and 2 Tylenol. That took the edge off, and I was able to get through about a third of my list for the day, including finishing my niece's birthday pajamas and getting a good start on another custom project. But by the time the boys returned home, all I was capable of doing was holding up the wall on my way to the sofa. And I remained that way most of the evening and into the night. Go to the gym? I can barely make it to my bed.

I got up yesterday morning--still had a headache. I went to work--still had a headache. I came home--still had a headache. I took Bob to Target to get a pair of pants and shoes for his class music show (tonight)--still had a headache. As we were eating Drumsticks around the dining room table, the flashy lights started again and I briefly entertained a visit to the ER because I just couldn't deal anymore, but it passed. Another workout passed over in favor of comforting myself with snacks on the sofa.

I got up this morning--STILL had a headache. And continued to have one all day at work. Which I consoled myself for with chocolate donettes and a bag of Sun Chips and a delightful dinner of Taco Bell. I'm not proud. And then I had to sit through the horror show that was the 2nd Grade Spring Music Concert, and watch while my son became that kid. The one who makes faces, and says rude things to the girls around him, and falls off the risers, and generally acts like a tool while his mom hisses "stop it!" at him over the top of her video camera. And I had to look at Father of the Year until I was able to wrestle that kid out of the auditorium and get home. And then I came home and briefly entertained the idea of going to the gym, and was promptly reminded by a gentle thud..thud..thud in the back of my head that one more night would have to pass before I grace 24 Hour with my presence.

So I read today that a migraine can last "up to 72 hours." That will be noonish tomorrow. I swear to God, if my head still hurts after 2pm tomorrow, I am going to take a fucking hostage.