I overslept today, and woke up with a monster migraine. This happens when I oversleep. And when there are changes in the weather patterns. Today, both things converged, and . . . hellooo migraine!!!! I took my pain med, which did nothing for me. So I ate a donut. An artisanal, much too sweet donut, covered with dark chocolate and filled with Nutella. I scarfed it down, and I feel sick now. It also did nothing for my migraine, of course. So then I had to go for the big guns of migraine meds: 25 milligrams of sumatriptan spray. That stuff works fairly quickly, but not without some interesting side effects: rapid heartbeat; lightheadedness; migraine feeling much worse before it subsides. Basically, I feel like I am going to die before I start to feel better.
So I was lying in my darkened bedroom, my husband banished to the living room with the cat (that would be Mia), thinking, "I'm dying. Oh dear lord, I am dying. My head is going to explode, and my heart is beating out of my chest, and death is a welcome thing right now, and that dastardly donut is the worst darned thing I have ever eaten in my entire life. It is sticky sweet and nauseating and I can still taste it and why did I ever think about eating it? ARGH!!!!!!" And I am suddenly not sure if I can make it to Thursday and Jenny Craig and OMG what the heck have I done to myself!!!!
The pain has now subsided. At its worse, the migraine was an 8 on a scale of 1-10. Now, it's a 3 or a 4. But that darned donut. I can still taste it. And I feel so guilty. And I haven't even started Jenny Craig. It's a bad, bad day today.