I hate it when I wake up with a migraine so intense, I lay in bed with a pillow over my head and whimper for a while before dragging myself into the (bright! too bright! TURN OFF THE SUN!) bathroom for my meds.
I hate it when I go back to sleep for a while, and when I wake up, my $&#^@! head still hurts.
I hate it when I force myself to get up and take a shower, and about halfway through my shower I realize there is no way I’m leaving the house.
I hate it when I’m trying to sleep with wet hair and my pillow’s all soggy.
I hate it when I miss church.
I hate it when I sleep all morning and still feel awful when I try to get up, later.
I hate it when I have to admit to my ex that I’m unwell, and ask him to please bring the kids back rather than forcing me to get in a car and try to drive like this.
I hate it when my daughter gets on the phone and sounds really pitiful and says “My head hurts, too, Mama. Real bad.”
I hate it when I ask my ex if he’s taken her temperature or given her any medicine, and he says they’re out right now.
I hate it that I have to suggest that maybe he should consider NOT BEING OUT because it appears that his child isn’t feeling well.
I hate it when I’m right, sometimes.
I hate it when the ex calls back later to report that Chickadee has barfed all over his couch and is running a temperature of 102.
I hate it when worry for my child removes any and all evil joy I may otherwise feel about there being vomit on the ex’s couch.
I hate it when I feel so unwell, myself, that I strike a bargain with the ex for him to keep the kids overnight and we’ll work out the exchange tomorrow.
I hate it when I want to go to sleep, but I have so much due for work tomorrow that it seems like a better idea to pop some tylenol, sit in the dark with my laptop, and try to focus on the swimming, flashing words on the screen.
I hate it when I remember that Chickadee said her head hurt “real bad” at the same time I’m wondering why my migraine medicine has refused to work today.
I hate it when I take my temperature and then would, you know, slap my forehead, if I didn’t think it would cause my head to shatter into a bazillion little pieces.
God, I just hate it when that happens.
(in a very quiet voice) Feel better soon, Mir.
I hope you two feel better soon…and that Monkey doesn’t get sick too.
Wow, sounds like a crappy day. Hope you feel better soon!
Oh, man. That sounds awful. Feel better soon (that goes for all of you, except the couch)
Feel better, hot mama.
feel better soon
migraines suck
Wow, I wish I had known we were having the exact same type of day. Back when i was dumb about migraines, i thought they were just what wimpy people called headaches. Then i found out I was wrong. My heart goes out to you. I’m tapping very lightly while I wait for my latest Relpax to sink in… you got any better suggestions?
If it makes you feel better, I have really enjoyed reading your posts, sick or not.
“Anne Glamore”
(I’m revealing so much on my site these days the sexy pseudonym is necessary!)
(((Hugs))) I hate that, too. :-)
Take care.
Shit.
I hate that too.
Feel better hon!
I hate when that whole pareallel universe thing mirrors us… ‘cept it was MY couch (no ex yet ~snort~) and it wasn’t puke…but the other end *sobs* and I was cleaning it up for us both…cept the shitting on the couch part…I was successful in not doing that one ;)
(((Hugs))) hope everyone is feeling better soon.
Hate to hear you’re not feeling well…although I did grin a little about the couch.
Migraines and sick kiddos…not good at all — sending you whatever mental energy I have left — not much, but best I can do ;o)
(also typing very s.l.o.w.l.y and s.o.f.t.l.y … in a dim room …
heal quickly-it just bites! blessings!
Ouch. I’m so sorry you felt so bad. Hopefully you feel better today.
I hope Chickadee feels a lot better too.
When I read about the ex’s couch, I smiled. There IS justice in this world! Get well soon.
Aw, I hate it when you feel like poo. Get well soon, Mir.
It’s a new day now (although a Monday)–are you feeling a little better? Hope Chickadee is starting to recover too, poor thing.
P.S. Kind of funny, but not really, is that my most recent blog entry is a list of good things. Hope your next list is an I-love-it-when list. You deserve it.
Great site. Hope you feel better!