My head does NOT like this deep freeze we are experiencing. I don't even want to walk Roy when the sun is shining, it's that cold.
I wake up in the morning, and swear to God someone smacked the back of my head with a large stick.
Luckily for me, I am fiercely stubborn, and pig headed, and resistant to being bossed around, even by a smashing headache.
I know, a lot of people would just stay in bed, or lounge around in their bathrobes watching TV all day.
Uh, no. Not me.
I order myself out of bed, and to the shower, where I stand eyes clenched letting the steamy hot water run on my neck. I eventually end up downstairs making tea, dressed and ready for the day with a bit of an attitude: damnyouheadacheyouarenotthebossofme.
Eat cereal immediately, so I can put Motrin down my pie hole without getting sick, drink hot tea, put my fave herbal rice pack that has been in the microwave for 3 minutes right on the back of my neck.
And then I am very, very still for just as long as possible.
And slowly, very slowly, my reward comes. The headache backs off just a bit, and then a bit more.
It never really goes away.
But Jimmy crack corn and I don't care....if you know what I mean. This is my life, and it may not be perfect, but damn, it is my life, and I am going to proceed, headache in hand if you will. If that's the way it has to be, then so be it.
I can do this.
(repeat several times for effect)
My friend, Bonnie, and I went to Trader Joe's today, about 50 minutes away. She and I are both vegetarians, and like a lot of the same foods.
It was a real treat. I bought so many cool things to eat, I don't know where to start.
I also bought my mother some flowers, just to cheer her up.
I decided to take the whole day off, all of it. So we went to lunch at my fave place, the Rockhill Bakery, and then I came home to knit in a sunny window.
My cohort, is usually nearby. VERY nearby.