Do you get migraines? I do. Not often, but often enough. The worst thing is I don't know when they'll hit. I can go months with nothing, and then be lambasted and be out for the count. Interesting to note that I didn't have a single problem until I got married. Just a tidbit of info there. So last night I got hit with a whammy. I shouldn't be surprised because I was pretty tired. I was rehearsing my role as an insomniac the night before. One reason I get the migraines is sleep deprivation. I was told this by a nice acupuncturist that said I really should have a nap everyday. OMGosh lady, you don't have a clue.
I was already feeling a little off...mostly thinking I just needed to stop burning the candle at both ends, trying to get all the work done so my trips can begin, trying to also app rear to be some sort of homemaker (ha ha) and mother ( double ha ha) at the same time. So I lay down for a minute and whammo. The visual disturbances. That's what the migraine people call them. For me, I call them the 'squiggly lines in my vision'. Those don't hurt. What they do mean is that for some reason the blood vessels in my head have constricted and so my blood pressure has gone up trying to push the blood through my brain. Great. So this is the start. I can't see and I know what's coming. When the visual disturbances work their way out of my sight, then the pain begins. I find that it's worse when it's been a while since that last episode. Thus the case last night. I haven't had a problem in quite a few months. So I'm nauseous, blind, can't stand the noise or light and have a knife stabbing into my eye. All very fun activities. One high point was that when B went to pick up pizza for our once a month pizza night on Friday, he was told they no longer took Amex. And because this once a month pizza night is charged to B's company, for which the company card is Amex, this was irritating. So he went online and complained. As a result we got a free pizza meal. So.....after all that explanation....the short of it is, I didn't have to worry about diner cause he was bringing it home.
So I'm laying there in pain. What's also interesting about my migraines is that I can't speak very well. I know everyone is shocked and amazed by that. Due to this B became concerned a few years ago and I had to start a bunch of tests to see if I was prone to get a stroke. I was not. It's like the words are in my head but my mouth doesn't understand. Jabber just comes out. It's dangerous because if I get a migraine when I'm not home, it's very hard for me to communicate what I need. I literally cannot get my mouth to say what my brain is pushing through. And when I'm having bad ones, I can't remember all the words. I watched a guy rehabilitate through a brain injury once. It was the same. He logically knew what the word should be, what it did and looked like and even felt like...but his brain could not come up with the actual word. It's weird...and scary. So that was my evening. Sleeping it off. That's all that does it. Medication doesn't touch it, I can't eat, can't watch TV, have to be in total darkness. It's a fun fun time. Plus I find that the pain of pressing really hard on the pressure points on my head is a better pain than the migraine, so I'm smashing my head with my hands. I have discovered that caffeine makes the time between headaches longer. Bring on the coffee. oh, wait...people read this and think that everything is say is etched in stone. I don't really drink coffee, I take a multi vitamin with green tea in it. It's enough caffeine to stave off my headache, but not buzz me. Better?!! Though I LOVE the smell of coffee and go wild for mocha flavored anything. I think medicinal coffee consumption should be allowed. = )
Alright, that's enough about that. I'm not quite 100% today, but much better. And I should be fine now. Better be. As you see by the countdown, the big road trip is coming fast and I'm not missing it.
Started up my new Enrichment site. See link on the sidebar. I have to be very nice and politically correct on this blog though, so unlike myself. So it's purely info, not fun.
1. S made an Inuksuk in school this week. I think this is an odd thing. Piled up rocks. That's really all it is. I understand the historical bit....ya da da. But still, piled up rocks. She and B were out in the back alley looking for the perfect rocks to stack. She wouldn't go back there on her own because she may get attacked. Dogs, bugs...the wind...she though she'd be attacked.
2. Stupid stupid snow. Ya, so we need moisture. Then let it rain already. I'm fine with rain, it smells nice, gives a nice little light show....give you an excuse to curl up with a book and some hot chocolate. Snow just is depressing and makes all the mess of winter outwear emerge again, and give you a back ache....literally.
3. We are now a Lacrosse family. Ty took a small spring course on Lacrosse. No hitting, just learn to play the game. He loved it. So now he's in the actual Lacrosse League and we're about to live and breath it. We already had three practises last week. It's a short season, only just over two months. But wow. We've never been in a sport that requires such a commitment. Once a week is all we've experienced. He has two practises a week and two games every single Saturday. We're fine with that, but it's a lot. And what if I miss American Idol. Priorities people.
4. So he's hot, sweaty and stinky when he done. But he's most excited by his 'hockey hair'. I've let him grow his hair out a little. He's pretty jazzed about it. Usually I buzz the boys. Quick and short...that's what they got. He wanted to grow it out a little and that was fine. Then he told me he wanted hockey hair. That's not happening. But letting him have it a little longer will be fine. He gets the biggest kick out of how messy and sweaty it is when he takes off his helmet. Weird kid. Have you seen some of the hockey hair that these boys have. Especially when they wear their hats and look like that have an upside down mushroom on their head.
5. J has learned the word Mom. He says it constantly. Mom means....I want that, I'm awake now, I'm tired, I want a cup of juice, I'm hungry, pick me up, O is beating me up....anything. I've never heard of such a multi use word. But due to mommy radar and probably brain damage, I know what each 'mum' means. However, hearing it non stop is proving to try my patience. As I am regularly kind, loving and endlessly enduring (stop laughing). The cuteness of this new word lasted about a week. It has been more than a month now. The kid needs to move on. Preferably to the word DAD.
6. My children have always been fascinated by what shampoo looks like streaming out of the bottle down the drain. Whether they are in the shower or bath, they have all turned the shampoo upside down and slowly watched it squeeze out. Okay Rain Man. This proves to be a little pricey. I don't buy anything fabulous for their hair. Those 2 in 1 no name kid shampoo's....but really. Literally money is running down the drain. They think that fibbing will get them off the hook.
"O, are you dumping out the shampoo in there" (he isn't showering lately)
"No, its wasn't me mom, it was J".
First of all...J is sleeping and has been for a while, second it smells like a strawberry sundae in here. But he's adamant that it wasn't him...as he holds the empty shampoo bottle behind his naked skinny butt.
7. I apparently do not feed the before mentioned O enough. He'd had breakfast this morning as per usual. Then around 11 I go up to my room to find that he's gotten out a big bag of shredded cheese and dumped a huge pile on my carpet and is having a snack. First of all, I don't mind if they get their own snacks. I actually prefer it. I leave down the snacks that are allowable so they can reach them in the pantry. And from a very young age teach them that if you're hungry....there is the food, get it yourself. It's not quite as cold as that sounds, but you get the idea. So he was taking that information to heart and had decided that golden cheese was the answer to his craving. Cheese is dang expensive....so lets not only eat it by the handful, but dump it on the carpet too. I love my children, I love my children, I love my children.
8. "THE" Hockey game is tonight. Last chance, win it or you're out. Game 7. I should tape my husband. Those of you that know him, know what I'm talking about. He's this quiet laid back guy. Doesn't talk too much, very intelligent with all kinds of useful tidbits on China or Africa that I always need to know. But when his sport are on...he's a maniac. He puts on the jersey, yells at the TV, screams at the refs and basically makes a scene...ALL BY HIMSELF. None of his friends come over, he's down there grumbling and whooping and hollering all alone. He's jumping around and cheering them on. Criticizing their play and strategies....coaching like we're receiving the salary for it...and again, all alone. It's a sight to behold. I adore the guy, but chill out. It's JUST a hockey game. I don't think I'll say that too him tonight. I will if they win...if not, well that's a whole other type of temper tantrum.
9. Just made lasagna for dinner. This is 'special' lasagna. In other words I hide as much stuff as possible in it, slather it with cheese, and they don't even know. Tonight they're getting zucchini, flax and spinach surprise. They're funny. Whenever I sneak stuff in, rather than just being lazy and making in 'normally'...they ooh and ahh over how yummy it is. I laugh....totally lying to them when they ask what the green stuff is. "Oh that a new spice, keeping eating". What's the white stuff mom, ( I also put Ricotta cheese)...it's just cheese, eat up. B starts eyeing me...but knows it's best to just keep eating.
10. Screaming. I can hear O coming down the stairs screaming. Can I type fast enough before he gets here.....Nope.
"T called me a Stupid head"
That's it....time to go.
