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I.
Hate.
Migraines.
Seriously. Whoever thought migraines were a good idea is a big, fat jerk.
I never got them growing up or when I was at U of T. But in the passed few years, I’ve been getting them with an ever-increasing frequency.
Which brings me to yesterday. I got a migraine that brought me to tears, made me sick and forced me not to go into work. Tim actually called out for me.
Then, he tucked me into bed, closed the blackout curtains, turned off the computer, got me a glass of water and closed the door so I could sleep.
I did, for a few hours, with him checking in on me a few times.
I’d hoped it would be gone by today, but not really. So, I’m sitting at work, under the migraine-inducing fluorescent lights. I’ve popped three Excedrins and I’ve got Imitrex on standby. I’ve got a Canada Dry going flat for the nausea, a bag of Tums for the same and I’m wearing my shades, which also seems to be helping my stomach. I’ve got an apple, which I’m slowly cutting and eating because for some unknown reason, eating makes me feel a bit better — at least for a little while.
Tim has been a prince throughout the whole thing, getting me anything I asked for. So that was a bright spot.
Here’s to hoping this most horrific of headaches is gone tomorrow…
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On the iPod (played extra low today)
Death Cab for Cutie: What Sarah Said
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers: A Woman in Love (It’s Not Me)
Amy Winehouse: Rehab
Madonna: Express Yourself
Bon Jovi: You Give Love a Bad Name
