When I was a kid I used to always get killer headaches. I remember several times wrapping my hair around a bedpost and just leaning forward to try to relieve what felt like “pressure” from my head. Most of the times my Dad would take my head and just rub it until I could fall asleep. When LilZ gets headaches I try to do the same thing but after about five minutes my fingers cramp up and my hands start to hurt. Inevitably I have to stop and try again later. I wonder if my Dad had stronger hands or if I’m just a wuss. Probably a combination of both.
Out of the damn blue last night, my head started hurting. I mean, if-you-make-a-sound-or-turn-on-the-light-I’ll-kill-you type of migraine. Usually, I feel those coming on, but last night? I was nursing NikkiZ, watching some TV, and BAM I couldn’t move I was in so much pain. I thought at one point that I would have given anything for bedposts to wrap my hair around. I took some ibuprofen which, of course, did NOTHING.
The one thing I think I had going for me was that several late nights and early mornings were catching up with me and I was just So. Damn. Tired. I eventually just fell asleep.
I woke up a while later thinking about all the things I didn’t get done last night. Work on the computer, laundry, dishes, etc. I started feeling really guilty and I almost got out of bed to wash dishes. Then I realized that would be KRAZEE, but don’t believe it was an easy fight to give up on. What is it about being a woman (because I know plenty of women who are not moms that get the SAME guilty feelings when they don’t get stuff done) that makes us totally batshit KRAZEE sometimes?