Last night I had a headache around bedtime. No biggie. I probably overdid it, or the changing weather is finally getting to me. I was a little concerned because I couldn't get warm last night, something unusual for a menopausal woman -- we're always hot, and I don't mean looks-wise. No problem, right? Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure.
Until very early this morning.
It takes me about fifteen minutes to convince myself to go downstairs to the bathroom and find the pain meds. Panic sets in when I realize that I have only two left. I take one and crawl back upstairs. Maybe if I sleep for another hour, I'll feel better.
This plan seems doomed when around 7:00, I am still trying to get comfortable. I figure I should probably get up and get moving, but I try propping my head up with a few more pillows. I'll just hang here for another few minutes.
Next thing I know, the digital clock is turning over. It's something :59. Looks like 8:59. I don't know, really, because I don't have my glasses on yet. Wow. I managed to get another couple of hours of sleep. Better yet, my head is feeling better. I'm so comfortable, I decide maybe it's still early enough to hang in bed a little longer.
Then I see the clock clearly as it changes over for the hour. It's not 9:00. It's 10:00. Holy smokes, the whole day is getting away from me! Slowly I pull myself out of the warm covers and meander downstairs to turn up the heat in the house. Right now it's hovering around 60 degrees inside and -60 with wind chill outside. (Oh, all right, it's warmer than that with an outside temp of about 11.)
I can't believe I managed to sleep so late, but I am thrilled the migraine appears to have dissipated. I take it slow for the rest of the day, changing my flannel pj bottoms to sweatpants and throwing an old sweatshirt over my nightshirt. I don't shower until later, and I never even attempt to put a bra on all day.
The only bad part is when my daughter stops by. "Are you drunk?" she asks when she sees me. No, I tell her. I'm post-migraine. This is my reality today. It sucks that it ruined my day off, but it's better on a Sunday with peace and quiet at home than on Monday with classes packed full of pre-blizzard wound-up children. That's what the last pain pill is for . . . just in case.
