I swear, the worst feeling in the world is that I’ve wasted my day off. The other day at work was crazy, and I was looking forward to having the day off the next day. I planned to go to the gym and do my swim-spin-run combo, finish the outline for my winter project, and maybe start working on the second draft of my current project. Oh, and watch Donnie Darko, which was just put on Netflix and which I haven’t seen in almost 10 years.
Unfortunately, my brain had a different plan for me.
I’ve dealt with migraine headaches since I was 5 years old and was actually hospitalized because they were so severe the docs thought I had a brain tumor. Turns out it was just migraines! They were much worse when I was younger, to the point where I used to have to carry an Imitrex injectable with me to class because I couldn’t commute back home if I had a migraine. Oh, then there was the time my ex-husband and the choir director had to carry me back to the bus in Mexico because I had one so bad I was getting shutter vision! Good times.
So when I woke up at 3:30 this morning with a migraine bad enough for me to feel nauseous, I knew the day had gone sideways. It was one of those migraines where every time your head throbs it feels like an ice pick stabbing through your skull, and I resigned myself to taking one of my Fiorinal and laying down on an ice pack. Then I tried to go back to sleep in the vain hope I could get up and run. That was a big old “nope” because my head hurt so badly that I couldn’t sleep. The bottle says 1 to 2 capsules of Fiorinal so I took a second one and got a fresh ice pack about an hour later. Luckily, my freezer is filled with ice packs for just such an occasion.
Finally, around 8:00 I was able to concentrate enough to be bored by Twitter but my headache still wouldn’t let me write. I did the rational thing and downloaded a crossword puzzle app on my phone and proceeded to blow through a number of easy puzzles. It was enjoyable, and another round of medication, a meal, eleven hours and a forbidden Dr. Pepper later, the headache was starting to fade. I did another crossword and sat down to work on my outline, certain that if I was able to finish it my day off wouldn’t be completely wasted…only to find that I’d already finished it and don’t remember anything about it.
Thanks a lot, brain.