I spent my whole work week looking forward to this past weekend. For the first time in a LONG time my husband and I had very little planned to do. Typically we pack the two days of our weekend with so much stuff that we need a weekend from our weekend.
This one was different. We had next to nothing planned and I was excited. Plus, I had almost a half day committed to helping a friend learn more about her social media life. And, trust me, that isn’t work for me, especially with this friend – I knew it would be a blast.
Then on Saturday I awoke with a headache. I shrugged it off, took some medicine and went about my day. I have bouts of frequent headaches, but I was sure the meds would kick in and my weekend of blissful relaxation would commence.
My hubby and I did some minor chores and did some shopping. By mid day my head felt like a block of wood gripped in a tight vise. The medication hadn’t done much.
So I took more. And then we had lunch. I felt slightly better, but came home and lay down on the living room floor for awhile. The dog liked that and he got a boatload of attention, but it didn’t really help with the pain.
The headache had subsided to a dull roar when I left for my friend’s house. We had a blast and I forgot about my headache for a few hours. The husband’s joined us and we had a delightful dinner, but at about 8PM I could take no more. The headache had come back full force and I begged the hubby to head home.
I was in bed a little after 9 and slept until about 8 the next morning. Obviously, I had been plagued by something, but Sunday morning came and I felt refreshed.
At last, at least part of my weekend would be saved.
Again – not so.
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We spent the afternoon at a local amusement park (Knoebels in Elysburg, PA – check it out. Best food EVER.), but we were only there about an hour before the headache started in again.
I felt like I had robbed both my friends and my husband of my best self this weekend due to this horrific headaches. I’m just not my self when they hit. As we speak, I’m still nursing this one and contemplating getting out the “big” migraine meds.
It pisses me off to be honest.
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Why can’t I spend a simple weekend without having some kind of pain? Where do this damn things come from? (Excuse my language – this just goes to prove how peeved I truly am about these things.)
I used to suffer from migraines in my early 20’s and early 30’s. Will my early 40’s be the same? I shudder to consider it.
What about you – how many of you suffer from migraines? What have you found to be the causes or remedies? I need your help! Please share.