Unfortunately, my "last night" in the guard booth never really happened. I was really looking forward to it, too! I stayed up a little later than normal the previous day so I could guarantee myself a good sleep to prep me for my all nighter.
I finally woke up at about 6pm [ shudder ] due to a call from Megan. (its moments like these that make me wonder why I pick such obnoxious ring tones) She had informed me that we were going to have company and to be prepared. I hung up and rushed to the shower so that I would be out on time. While completing my coveted after-shower rituals; life suddenly came crashing down.
The spots.
For those that have chronic migraines know EXACTLY what I mean. The blinding lights, the skewed vision, ringing in the ears, sudden lack of balance... yes. It all invaded my life once again. I've never stuck a sharp object into my eye while using a rotating motion, but I'm guessing its on quite a similar pain scale.
I'll have to admit, I'm not exactly what we like to call a "trooper" in times like these. Generally, I crawl up into a little ball and cry myself to some sort of understanding that it will only last a FEW more hours. This time, I decided to buck up and be brave about it. After all, my mom is only 985 miles away. I calmly, and slowly made my way out to the living room to inform my roommate and our friend that the spots had begun and my enthusiasm for social gatherings was rapidly declining.
Normally responses for times like these are "Oh dear. I hope you feel better." or "well... maybe if you just sit for a few minutes it will go away" my personal favorite is "You're too young to be having migraines!" Let me tell you, Megan ROSE to the occasion! Not only did her and said friend venture off to wal-mart to buy me Excedrin Migraine, plus caffeine (thanks Jon) But she also brought me juice, and a cold rag for my forehead.
After FINALLY being able to take the drugs I sat up and said something along the lines of "do you think its already somewhat digested, because I have a feeling its on its way back up.." Megan tried to calm me down and convince myself that if I calm down the nausea would leave. Unfortunately she was wrong, and I was kneeling before the porcelain thrown.
The best part is - Megan was there at my side with a cold rag... and gagging.
God bless you, Megan Baker!
1 comment:
Aw honey,you poor thing. I have been there so many times and my heart goes out to you. I had such a horrid migraine on the plane down to Texas I didn't know where to go. I do not get the auras, but I get all the pain and other symptoms.
Bless your friends heart for being so sensitive towards you. If you've never experienced one it's hard to understand. I have the best husband in the world who is so caring when I get sick.
Hope you are feeling better now.
Much love always!
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