Lucky Girl, Part 287

I’m a lucky girl.  Ad finitium.

 

Let me explain.  I get migraines.  Really bad, debilitating, can’t get out of bed sometimes migraines.  I take medication to prevent them but once in a while, one slips in there.  Usually around that time of the month.  On Saturday, I had a pretty bad one and slept the better part of the day after taking the abortive drug I have to stop the pain.  Weekend wasted. 

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 5am with that shooting eye pain.  I got up, wrote sub plans and emailed them off and went back to bed.  I was out of my magic pills to make it stop.  Rob had called the pharmacy on Tuesday to order all my scrips again but they wouldn’t be ready until Wednesday at noon.  I slept with a cold washcloth on my eyes until about 10:30.  In the midst of his busiest November ever, swamped with clients  and projects, my husband still found the time to check on me, refresh my cold compress and go to the pharmacy to get the good stuff. 

I went back to bed after taking 3 Tylenol and 3 Advil.  He returned from the pharmacy to find me in bed.  He woke me to take magic pills and I promptly fell back to sleep until he woke me at 4:45.  Drugs are good.  I woke up feeling famished, thirsty (he says I’m like a bear out of hibernation when I emerge from the other side of a migraine) and ready to go supervise the girls’ Powder Puff football game last night at work.  My doting husband came along for the ride.

 

I am a lucky girl, indeed.