My scheduled migraine day ended with a trip to the emergency room for Hart. He had chest pain and wanted to be sure it wasn’t serious. It wasn’t — he’s perfectly OK. But we didn’t get home until almost 4 a.m.
The stress, caffeine I drank at the hospital, and messed up sleep schedule has extended Wednesday’s planned migraine into multiple migraine days. The nausea has been unbearable and I’ve been drugged to the hilt. That made yesterday not too bad!
Hart is out of sorts too. He went straight from the airport to the ER after returning from a three-day business trip to Atlanta. Except for constant drilling outside — we have to replace the main water line to our house — things are quiet around here. Baseball season starts Sunday and MLB has free games online this weekend. I imagine we’ll spend a lot of the weekend watching baseball. Sounds perfect to me!
Rereading this post, I’m pleased to see my automatic response is to turn lemons into lemonade. This isn’t the case all the time, but is my default. I don’t know how I would survive migraine life without a positive attitude. I’m so grateful.