I feel like a reanimated corpse after barely digging my way out of a long-buried coffin. Monday morning, I felt the stirrings of a mild headache. I didn’t think much of it, popped an Aleve, went back to work. Soon the headache slammed in like a punishing freight train, and if it wasn’t a migraine, I don’t know what it was. My head felt like it was being sadistically and mercilessly squeezed by giant iron fingers. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I retreated to the bed and buried my throbbing head in the pillow.
I didn’t wake up until I felt my husband’s hand on my forehead, checking for a fever, since he had just gotten home and didn’t know what was wrong. The next day or so was a blur of agonizingly holding my head, taking pain medicine like candy, feeling sick to the stomach, and finally collapsing with my tormented head in my husband’s lap as he gently rubbed my forehead, trying desperately to ease the pain.
Yesterday the headache from hell finally abated enough for me to sit upright, put on some clothes besides pajamas, and turn on my laptop to pretend to work. Last night I was able to take a long, hot shower and start to gradually feel human again, a little at a time.
Today I am double-timing it, trying to catch up from being damn near out of it the last two days. I am moving tentatively, afraid that sudden or jarring movements will trigger the headache to come back. I don’t want it back!
Needless to say, there weren’t many workouts the last day or so. I couldn’t even consider it. I will try a gentle walk today, nothing too wild and crazy. No breakdancing here today, folks. Sorry! Maybe next week 🙂
Hello? Hellooooooo? Just checking to see if anyone else is out there! What a quiet week.
Sweat & Sparkle 