Yesterday was the start of the Jewish new years. I was planning on going to my parents for it. That was until I woke up with a headache. I normally don’t wake up with a migraine. When I wake up with a headache one of two things will happen. I take a shower and have breakfast and I am fine, or I deteriorate quickly as the day progressed. Monday was a slow deterioration of how I felt. I took some alive near lunch time. it didn’t work. I then took some Zomig. That worked a little but I still didn’t feel myself. I called my parents and told them I was not coming out to them. As much as I feel bad that I missed seeing everyone, I am glad I didn’t make the trip. It wasn’t worth the 45 minute trip to my sisters, for the 30 minute drive to my parents and then the late night repeat of the trip to get home.
One of my greatest fears is being somewhere away from home or another “safe place” and I have a migraine. A bad one where I need to lie down or else I will collapse, but I can’t since I am not near anywhere I can do that! It has happened before, and there here have been several close calls in my life. It is not something I ever wish to live through again. And the fear of it happening gets me err on the side of caution allot. I didn’t goto a baseball game in Baltimore last year because of the exact same reason. Call me chicken, but I won’t play the odds on a 5 hour (or 1 hour for that matter) drive and possibly getting sick along the way.