I had a headache for 3 days in a row this week. By the 3rd day, it was almost to migraine level.
I’ve had migraines since I was 8 years old. I used to have them quite frequently and if you’ve ever had one, you know how terrible they can be.
However, after having Hannah, the migraines started to taper off quite a bit. Now, I can go for months and not have one. My doctor told me that they could become worse after having children or they could get better or stop altogether.
So, by the 3rd day it was getting pretty bad. So bad that after picking Katie up from school I told the girls that they were gonna have to put a movie in because Mommy needed to lie down on the couch for a while. We don’t have insurance anymore, so calling the doc for some migraine medicine was out of the question.
I hung in there until after supper, at which time Brian looked at me and decided that I needed to take some Tylenol PM’s and call it a night. I used to love taking them for a headache. I could take one and nod off into sleepy land and not be aware of anything until the next day. But after having the girls, I don’t like taking stuff that makes me drowsy. I am always fearful that they will wake up screaming in the night and I’ll not hear them. Brian sleeps so soundly that I don’t ever trust that he’ll hear them either. He also snores like a bear, so the screaming children would be drowned out by the sound of logs being sawed.
Anyway, last night he assured me that he would hear the screaming children and that I should take the Tylenol PM’s because it would be a lot cheaper than an emergency room visit for a migraine shot.
So I took the pills. And I then proceeded to sleep the sleep of the dead. I never moved from my original position and never heard a sound all night. Little did my family know that while I lay there sleeping with my face poised in an angelic-like pose, I was doing battle with all kinds of evil in my dreams!
I dreamt (I know that dreamt is not a word, but I don’t like “dreamed”) that my family (mom, dad, sister, aunts, etc – my husband and girls were not present in this dream – thank goodness!) had all turned into vampires. They were trying to turn me into a vampire too. It sounds ridiculous, but it was terrifying in my dream.
So, I’m the only non-vampire left in the family and the only way that I can kill the vampires and turn them back into my loving family members is to stab them through the heart with a blue ball point pen. And it had to blue!
So, I set about stabbing everyone through the heart with my pen, but for some reason I kept losing my pen and having to look all over creation for another one. For example, when I was trying to stab my sister through the heart and turn her back into a normal human being, I dropped my pen down into a floor vent and had to run screaming from the room to escape her.
I think it’s hilarious now, but let me tell you that I was scared to death while having this dream!
Anyway, it’s going to have to be a pretty bad migraine before I’ll be taking the Tylenol PM’s again.