It started out innocently enough, and stupid me, I underestimated it. I'll just go to sleep, and it'll go away. Well HA. It did NOT go away, no, instead it brewed into a MONSTER. It was hands down, the WORST migraine that I've ever had.
Pain levels though are hard to judge. Each migraine might feel like the worst, when one is in the throes of it. I didn't actually throw up, but I certainly almost did. It throbbed and stabbed and hurt and ached and I couldn't even move my baby finger without having such intense pain. Now we've already established that I am a huge drama queen, but this...oh dear. I took ibuprofen, and I took acetaminophen, then an hour later, I took some more.
Ever so thankfully, I didn't HAVE to get up, so when the pain started to recede, I fell to sleep, and oh dear, that blissful absence-of-horrible-pain feeling...not that it totally went away, but after that intensity earlier, I'll take it.
I didn't sleep long, because I had a scavenger hunt date with Abigail. We had five places to go, and I didn't feel too awful, considering. We had lists of things to get for the big youth conference this weekend, almost 600 kids, our Canadian friends finally able to come to things. We bought marshmallows (500!) and graham crackers, ping pong balls, lengths of rope, and markers for games.
Here I am holding Tennyson, with my sister Cheryl, at the a.c. party. It was beach themed, so I was a sand witch....Cheryl was some sort of sea-lady....she's so much fun, and such a good sport. Tennyson didn't know what to think...