Tuesday of this week, if you’d caught me any time between 7am and 9pm, I might have wailed in self-pity. I’d started my week well and was gearing up to accomplish Many Important Things on Tuesday but instead was felled by a migraine.
But here’s the thing:
Michael (who gets the week off from being called The Oppressor on account of his lovely behavior and the fact that Friday is his birthday) ran up and down the stairs bringing me ice packs and water and toast and coffee which I didn’t want but had to have in case withdrawal made the headache worse. He fed and watered the pooch, got the little one up, dressed, fed and out the door all the while attempting to sell a house, waiting to hear about a call-back and working on our taxes (no time for Oppression.) All of this and he was sympathetic too.
In addition, Finny hardly barked at all and spent the day curled up at my side in a way that let me know he was feeling my pain. He didn’t even growl much when jostled by my rolling over, which is high tolerance from our Very Particular Pooch.
And Little T thought it was great fun that I was moaning and groaning and hiding under the covers. (Mommy, are you crying? Are you laughing Mommy? Mommy are you hiding, Mommy? Where is Mommy? Daddy, Mommy is very, very funny!) She climbed in with me to play “sleep” and gave me some cuddles and was generally quite sweet except for the moment when she sat on my head and then proceeded to jump up and down on it…and even then, she meant it in the best possible spirit.
And finally there was my mom who answered the phone only to hear me burst into tears and wail something to the effect of: “Mommeeeeeeeyyyy I have the worst migraine, ah, ah, ah!” She dropped everything and arrived here shortly with drugs (prescription! for migraines–I’d let myself run out and she got herself to my pharmacy and managed to wrangle my refill out of them) food (raisin toast, muffins, pizza, yogurt) and her very comforting bedside manner. She fed me and rubbed my shoulders, neck and forehead until I fell asleep and took care of Little T when she woke up from her nap, allowing me to sleep off the worst of the migraine.
So overall, though I’m tempted to whine about how terrible it was (IT WAS TERRIBLE!!!) and how it felt like there were spikes driving into my skull and how my muscles still hurt and looking at the computer screen is still bugging my eyes a bit…I’m feeling pretty damned lucky, not to mention grateful.