Does the universe owe me a perfect vacation? And even if it did, would I recognize its perfection? I don’t strive for stellar nor have I ever, but sometimes mediocre would work. Instead, I sit out on this chilly deck in what should be 80+ degrees and sunshine and wonder why it feels more like March at 60.
There’s that minor discrepancy and of course the nearly ever present brain interloper of migraine. Perfection to me would be a lousy vacation and no migraines. I’d take that in a heartbeat. As it is, this head is at headache stage but the pulsing in my eyes hints of worse to come.
I hid the pain earlier because one of the friends of my brother-in-law came over. It was he who told bro-in-law that he cured his “migraines” with a name brand multivitamin. I didn’t want to don my comforting ice hat and have to listen to “it worked for me.”. Truth be known, I tried several different vitamin therapies for reasons other than migraines and guess what? Pass me the witch’s brew because that’d have a better chance of working.
So, even with the protesting head, I’m grateful for the moments I do have on this mini-vacation. A doe and her fawn just crossed by our condo. I was ready to snap a picture but the baby downstairs is making grunting noises still and has chased them away. Oh well. Sometimes that’s what I just have to tell myself, oh well. Anyone with migraines can attest to that.
Disclaimer: This post and all posts in this blog are my opinion only. Please seek the advice of a physician before attempting any treatment regimen.
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