My fucking head fucking hurts. It’s not a killer migraine…it’s only a 6. So I’m trying to conserve meds. I feel up to staying here on my bed with ice. Zero energy. Pain.
My kids are out of school. The older ones are out but I wish I was doing something with my 13 and 15 year old. What a looser mother they have. When they’re in school, they can see normal people and don’t have to witness this shit.
What am I feeling??? Sorry for myself? Am I acting the victim? Should I just try harder? Wtf? Give it to me straight. I feel like I bring so much awareness to Chronic Migraine that people in my life are afraid to do anything but handle me with kid gloves.
Pity party out.
I had one doc appt this AM with Megan.
She told me about a Chinese essential oil that helps with topical pain:
I used it on my temples while I was there, because the weather is like this…and my head is pissed. Of course.
After Megan, I picked up a few things at Trader Joe’s and came home.
And now. Lying on top of my covers. Lethargic and hurting. Puttering… wandering… some laundry… organizing a kitchen cabinet… changing my ice packs.
This is so stupid. And sad.