After two weeks of very little pain and minimal migraine attacks, for some inane reason, I always think I must be magically cured. I keep my life fairly regimented and geared toward living the migraine-free lifestyle. And I forget that when I alter that one teensy bit, BOOM, instant migraine.
I bet you're wondering what my alteration of routine was that triggered this latest 41 hour and counting attack.
I went to the mall.
On a very uncrowded and stress-free day. There were almost more employees than shoppers. The weather was clear because I had purposefully waited for a zero trigger day.
I was given a gift-card as a present. I should have walked in, bought one thing, and walked out. But I decided to shop, look at options, and buy myself an actual present that I wanted but didn't need. You know, the actual reason that someone gives you a gift-card. I tried on two skirts, one pair of pants, and a shirt. That should not have been a calamity. I came straight home afterwards and napped, but it was too late. The juggernaut was in motion.
I'm focusing on the positives though.
- Someone loves me enough to buy me a gift.
- I received six compliments on my hair that day. SIX!!!
- I had a lovely bed and quiet house to recover in.
- I had meds and food readily available.
- I had friends to text and chat with while the meds kicked in.
- I had audiobooks to distract me with the push of a couple buttons.
