Yesterday, I had a migraine.
I woke up with back and neck pain, due in part to the expensive pillow-top recently purchased piece of crap mattress we have (I knew we should have splurged on a Tempur-Pedic or Sleep Number bed).
Because I get rebound headaches when I take ibuprofen, I refused to take any. So I put heat on my muscles all day and iced my head, which started hurting shortly after I woke up. Despite my best efforts, it quickly went from slight annoyance to miserable pain.
So I took care of Tucker's basic needs, and cuddled him as much as I possibly could without giving into the nausea that had overtaken me. We watched Lifetime movies all day (with the volume at a barely audible level).
So then, when it came time to feed the dogs, I lamely dragged in a new 55 pound bag of dog food from the garage (which had only been there since Thursday). When I opened the bag, there was mold throughout. Not just the powdery mold - it was hairy, nasty, clumpy mold. The whole bag was ruined. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" kept repeating in my head.
So I took out a bag of frozen chicken and cooked it on the George Foreman. I took out a bag of frozen peas and boiled them. After dividing it all among five bowls, I poured vegetable soup over it for some flavor. The dogs loved it. But then they sat by the opened bag of spoiled dog food as if to say, "When do we get some of that?"
I barely had any energy left to make myself a sandwich.
Tucker and I went to bed at 8pm (a new record for me), and I prayed that when I woke up it the migraine would be gone. Luckily, someone took pity on me and granted my request.
So today, I can't help but look back and laugh at how absurdly miserable I was. There was nothing funny about it at the time, but I can at least smile today, thankful that yesterday is gone.
And I got through it. By myself.