Today I came down with a wicked migraine. I get them only about once a year. If that. But I know it’s coming a mile away. My vision is obstructed by some wackadoo blurry spot, which gradually gets larger until is spreads across my entire eye. And as soon as it goes away, the throbbing and nausea begins. But if I pop as many Motrin as is legally allowed as soon as my vision starts to blur and I lie down in a dark, quiet place and stay completely still for the next three hours, I can drastically reduce the pain. Holy longest sentence ever.
Unfortunately for Miss Munchkin, the onset of my headache happened to coincide with the onset of her begging mercilessly for her damn binky. It.was.relentless. So I made up my mind right then and there that I would never…EVER hear the word “binky” coming from her mouth. Ever. again.
No. I didn’t put duct tape over her lips. Which I seriously considered. I told her, straight up that her binky was gone and never coming back. True story.
So tonight I put her to bed. And she didn’t ask for it. At all.
Yeah, that’s what’s up. I’m the boss. Don’t mess with me and my migraines.
Mad daps to my sister Cindy, who immediately came over and picked up my girls. And to my Mom who helped watch them over several hours. Having family nearby is one of the greatest blessings. Ever!
P.S. Just found a video that describes these migraines to a T. Pretty crazy! Funny how just seeing them describe the visual aura makes me feel nauseated again. Blech.