For the last year, regular treatments with Botox have eliminated more than 90% of my migraine issues. It's rare that one breaks through. Today was one of those unfortunate days. I lost most of it. There have been far worse days, but this was bad enough for the day to be a waste. I suppose the pain was milder than it could have been. Just a little ice-pick-through-the-top-of-the-head kind of feeling. For the most part, the muscle aches were worse, never easing even after a soak in the hot tub. And I needed to sleep a lot. I think I had about four instances where I conked out, for between five minutes and an hour. Now it's late and my headache is gone, and I'm only a bit stiff and sore still, but otherwise, I'm okay. Don't really have a lot to talk about after a day like this, unfortunately. I didn't do a lot around the house. I didn't go anywhere. (Disclaimer: I never even showered or dressed, so I never tried.) I sort of watched the news for part of the day, but I couldn't focus on that while the ice pick was in the top of my head. I didn't even pick back up the novel I started half-heartedly reading a day or two ago.
I did see the tail end of posts declaring something about a national or international cat day, maybe yesterday or the day before. How did I miss that? Oh, I know. Because every day is cat day here. Can't let those guys get any more full of themselves than they already are. Then we'd never have peace.
That poor cat. He has never met his Gramma Judy.
ReplyDeleteWell, his birthday is next week. You could come surprise him, and we will throw him a party.
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