Wicked headache

 Yesterday I had a headache and it was a doozy.  It just kept getting worse as the day went on and being a teacher in December is not the best way to ride out a headache.

I 100% bribed them the last half hour of the day that I would give them a piece of candy if they were quiet.  I turned off the lights and they got on their computers and they were silent.  It helped me survive that last part of the day.

We went to Wicked, which I would have dipped out of except Mark was going to meet me there after and we were going to meet Adam and Emma at Red Robin.  Also, we were gifted fleece blankets (the Pendleton ones from Costco) and we were in a theater with recliners so I would at least be comfy and cozy.  We all took our blankets and everyone was convivial and happy and I just wanted to die.

I slept the first hour of the movie.  I woke up occasionally because it was loud.  That little nap helped me survive the rest, but a migraine and Dolby surround sound and a brightly colored screen aren't exactly a winning combination.  I didn't know how I was going to do Red Robin.

After the theater, I had a text from Adam that they had changed the plans (because of me).  He was bringing pizza and we were all meeting at our house.  I cried I was so relieved.

When Mark got here, he tidied the kitchen and lit some candles for the table.  We were going to meet at Red Robin in Murray so Emma wouldn't have to drive as much and since Adam had a late flight.  I was so grateful to them for changing plans for me.  Mark opened his gifts and we talked about when he was born and how Emma cried when she found out she was getting a brother instead of a sister.  "But I'm happy now!" she assured him.

Adam tucked me in at 8:00 and I slept well.  At some point I checked my phone and I had a text at 1:15 that he was in San Francisco.

I'm moving around a little gingerly today and don't really have an appetite yet, but I'm feeling a lot better.  Sometimes (often) I feel frustrated and sorry for myself that I get these terrible horrible no good very bad headaches, but then I remember that this is the mortal journey I signed up for.  Things are hard sometimes.  Not just for me.  It's OK.