Thursday, May 6
A Tribute to my Mother - Day Four
My mom doesn't cheat, even when it may be tempting to help out her children. There have been times when it would have been very beneficial for me to get an answer from her, but she never gave in. She always made me try and figure things out the right way, but I knew that I could always go to her for help. I love that about my mom.
Wednesday, May 5
A Tribute to my Mother - Day Three
This one may sound kind of silly, but I love my mom for her potato salad. :) My mom makes some really good potato salad and I love eating it when it is freshly made. For a long, long while I used to eat it just the way she made it, but then I found out that whole cooked eggs give me migraines, so I didn't think I could ever have her potato salad again. However, she surprised me by making a special bowl of potato salad for me without any eggs in it. And it tasted wonderful. :) It was such a nice little thing that made me so happy. My mom's potato salad was like comfort food to me. I remember once on my mission I was having a really hard week, and was missing home a lot. So, I decided to bring a little piece of home to my mission and made a small batch of potato salad. It wasn't exactly like my mom's, but it was enough. I wrote in my journal that day and said "I miss my family today. I am sitting here eating potato salad and thinking about my mom." I love my mom's potato salad. :)
Tuesday, May 4
A Tribute to my Mother - Day Two
Growing up, our grandparents lived too far away for us to visit them, and being from a large family, this included the set of grandparents that lived just over in Utah (we lived in California at the time) because it was too expensive for us to travel to visit them very often. Still, I remember a few times when both sets of grandparents came out for some visits, and it was wonderful then. But sometimes, you just miss having a grandma or a grandpa near by.
Enter my mother. She is a person who can see some needs and bring people together. My mom would always seem to find a few old women who needed extra help, or care, or visits, or whatever, and she would unofficially adopt them. I can't tell you how many grandma's we had in our house, but there are two that I just adored to the ends of the earth.
First, there was Grandma Ballew, her first name was Violet. We used to go and visit her quite regularly and she would always have these huge bags of Circus Peanuts. Now, that wasn't actual peanuts, but fluffy, sticky, marshmallow-type light orange candy in the shape of peanuts. All of the kids would go crazy for those things, except me. I ate one to be polite because I really didn't like the flavor or the texture of them. I loved going to visit her because she was this tiny little thing that was so polite and happy and wonderful. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I came to see just how much I cared for her, and truly understood why my mother would adopt her as her own. I remember going over to babysit her while her older daughter (who was in her 40's or 50's) would leave on long trips. Grandma Ballew didn't like being alone, and she was getting older. She would forget where she was and it really scared her. One night, I was sleeping over and I heard a loud crash in the middle of the night. I raced around to see what had happened, and there stood Grandma Ballew in the hallway, horror on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at a shattered glass vase on the floor. She looked at me and said, "Oh, Crystal! She is going to be so mad at me! I broke it. It was an accident, but she is going to be so mad!!" It darn near broke my own heart. I told her not to worry, made sure she wasn't cut, then carefully helped her back to bed. I made sure she went back to sleep before I went back to the hallway and cleaned up the broken glass. I couldn't fall back asleep after that. The next morning when he daughter came back into town I told her that I accidentally broke her vase and told her I would be more than willing to pay for it. She said not to even bother because it was really no big deal. But I couldn't help but wonder how she would have reacted had she known Grandma broke it. It seemed she was more of a burden on her. I am so thankful to my mother for bringing Grandma Ballew into our lives.
Another woman was Peggy. Man! I can just see here now with her little handbag, and her straw hat and scarf. Walking to the bus stop to run some errands. I can hear her laugh and see her face as clear as day. She lived next door to us and she was over at our house for everything, which we loved. She was just funny and big and wonderful and I thought she was great. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, but was afraid of hurting someones feelings, and her friends meant the world to her...along with her cats and her wildflowers in the front yard that she wouldn't let anyone touch. Ah, she was great. My mom made her a hat one with this bright metallic pink ribbon along the hat right above the rim. It was so loud and boisterous that I didn't think Peggy would even wear it, but she did. She pretty much wore that hat out, and you could see her coming too. She would get so excited over the littlest things, too. We would run over to her house and invite her over for a bar-b-Que and her little mouth would gap open, a look of surprise on her face, and say something like "What a wonderful idea! That's so exciting!! I'll be over in just a bit." and sometimes she would be there hours before the actual event started, but she was part of our family and so we enjoyed having her around. I remember one time, in high school, that I was in a musical. My parents and Peggy came, and they brought me two of the biggest bouquets of flowers. I remember my friend Cindy running into the choir room (we used it as a backstage since it was right next to the stage in the drama room) carrying the flowers and calling out "Crystal!! You got flowers!!!" We were both so excited! And everyone was jealous that I had them. I'm so grateful to my mom for bringing Peggy into our lives as well. She was such a joy!
My mom is great about helping other people, and she never thinks twice about it. It is because of her that I have met some truly wonderful people who have changed my life for the good. Without her, I never would have had the opportunity to learn from them, to have them in my lives, or to love them. I love my mom for doing that.
Monday, May 3
A Tribute to my Mother - Day One
Mother's day is on Sunday, and so I wanted to pay a small tribute to my mother each day for the next week, ending on Mother's day. This is day one.
When I was a kid I used to play around a lot and would usually get into trouble. As punishment, I was almost always grounded to cleaning the kitchen. I am from a family of eleven kids, so cleaning the kitchen at our house was pretty much the equivalent of cleaning up after Thanksgiving dinner. Every. Single. Night. I was grounded to the kitchen A LOT (so much so that I can't stand cleaning the kitchen now) and so became quite familiar with the objects that my mom decorated the kitchen with. There were two plaques hanging on the wall that I memorized...and not because I had to or even wanted to. I'm telling you! I was ground to the kitchen a lot!! I would read those plaques every time I wiped the counter, or dried the dishes, or washed the dishes (no dishwasher for us back then), or put the food away, or swept the floor. OK. I think you get the idea.
One of the plaques I thought was nice, but the other one I always had a hard time with. The first plaque had a little poem on it that said "I can paint and when I do the moments problems are forgotten. And the joy of a single flower blooms before me." Next to the poem was a little hand painted picture of a daisy. That was sweet, I thought. The next plaque always gave me the hardest time and I often felt like it was mocking me. This is what it said:
Since my mom was the one to ground me to the kitchen, I always thought she hung that plaque in there to taunt me. There was that little plaque, mocking me and trying to make me think that my mother was so sweet when she was the one who grounded me to the kitchen in the first place. Even when we moved to a new house (which was quite frequently) she still hung that plaque up in the kitchen.
As a kid I wanted to break the plaque in half and throw it away. However, as an adult I can look at it now and see that it really does hold true. "Mother" does have the sweetest name. It's the name I think of when I'm not feeling well, or when I'm alone and scared. It's a name that comes to mind when I hear a talk in church, read an article, or hear a song that I know she would like. It's a name I bring to mind when I've been gone from her for a long time and I want to just be around her again.
She has shared pretty much all my joys from my life. She was there after prom asking me how everything went and wanting to know all the details. She was there when I received my mission call and went to the temple. She was there when I told her I was going to spend the summer in New York. She was there when James and I started dating, when we got engaged, and when we got married. She has been there for the big things, and the little things that have brought me joy in my life.
She has also cheered me when I was sad. She cheered me up when I was having issues with a co-worker. She cheered me up when I lost my job a few years ago. She gave me her shoulder to cry on when my struggles with my health turned out to be too much. She brought me soup and Gatorade after surgery, then watched movies with me in my cold, dark apartment. She cheered me up when I was stressed, tired, and feeling like the world was coming to an end.
Yes, I do wish long life to her because I like having her around. I know we butt heads a lot because we are a lot alike, and I know that sometimes we need breaks from each other, but I do love my mother. There are so many things she has taught me, and so many things we have gone through that just wouldn't be the same had I gone through them with someone else. I love you, mom.
When I was a kid I used to play around a lot and would usually get into trouble. As punishment, I was almost always grounded to cleaning the kitchen. I am from a family of eleven kids, so cleaning the kitchen at our house was pretty much the equivalent of cleaning up after Thanksgiving dinner. Every. Single. Night. I was grounded to the kitchen A LOT (so much so that I can't stand cleaning the kitchen now) and so became quite familiar with the objects that my mom decorated the kitchen with. There were two plaques hanging on the wall that I memorized...and not because I had to or even wanted to. I'm telling you! I was ground to the kitchen a lot!! I would read those plaques every time I wiped the counter, or dried the dishes, or washed the dishes (no dishwasher for us back then), or put the food away, or swept the floor. OK. I think you get the idea.
One of the plaques I thought was nice, but the other one I always had a hard time with. The first plaque had a little poem on it that said "I can paint and when I do the moments problems are forgotten. And the joy of a single flower blooms before me." Next to the poem was a little hand painted picture of a daisy. That was sweet, I thought. The next plaque always gave me the hardest time and I often felt like it was mocking me. This is what it said:
Mother
To one who bears the sweetest name
And adds a luster to the same
Who shares my joys, who cheers when sad
The greatest friend I've ever had
Long life to her for there's no other
Who could take the place of my dear mother.
Since my mom was the one to ground me to the kitchen, I always thought she hung that plaque in there to taunt me. There was that little plaque, mocking me and trying to make me think that my mother was so sweet when she was the one who grounded me to the kitchen in the first place. Even when we moved to a new house (which was quite frequently) she still hung that plaque up in the kitchen.
As a kid I wanted to break the plaque in half and throw it away. However, as an adult I can look at it now and see that it really does hold true. "Mother" does have the sweetest name. It's the name I think of when I'm not feeling well, or when I'm alone and scared. It's a name that comes to mind when I hear a talk in church, read an article, or hear a song that I know she would like. It's a name I bring to mind when I've been gone from her for a long time and I want to just be around her again.
She has shared pretty much all my joys from my life. She was there after prom asking me how everything went and wanting to know all the details. She was there when I received my mission call and went to the temple. She was there when I told her I was going to spend the summer in New York. She was there when James and I started dating, when we got engaged, and when we got married. She has been there for the big things, and the little things that have brought me joy in my life.
She has also cheered me when I was sad. She cheered me up when I was having issues with a co-worker. She cheered me up when I lost my job a few years ago. She gave me her shoulder to cry on when my struggles with my health turned out to be too much. She brought me soup and Gatorade after surgery, then watched movies with me in my cold, dark apartment. She cheered me up when I was stressed, tired, and feeling like the world was coming to an end.
Yes, I do wish long life to her because I like having her around. I know we butt heads a lot because we are a lot alike, and I know that sometimes we need breaks from each other, but I do love my mother. There are so many things she has taught me, and so many things we have gone through that just wouldn't be the same had I gone through them with someone else. I love you, mom.
Monday, April 26
My Husband, James
Ah, James. The most wonderful man I know, next to my dad, of course. But just like my dad, James can make me laugh and see things from a different perspective that I never thought of before. It's extremely hard for him to get, or be, angry. He appreciates the way the clouds move across the sky, or how the mountains look after a good snowfall. He'd probably love to take pictures of everything if ever we could remember to bring the camera.
He's a man who loves to play with my parent's dogs Jelly Bean and Cocoa. He can tire them out when no one else wants to even look at them, and he genuinely enjoys it. He runs and jumps and plays and gives himself a headache and heartburn, but he sure does love those dogs. One day we'll have a couple of Chinese Pugs ourselves so that he can run and jump and play with them as well.
He is always making some kind of a joke out of something...most of the time out of something someone says. He loves making a play on words, so much so that I have found myself doing it as well, though I'm not nearly as quick as he is. He's just so funny. And he'll more than likely do anything I ask him to, whether it's a funny pose or a crazy jig. I love how he trusts me to not make him feel foolish, but I'm sure he does some of those things just to see me smile and hear me laugh.
He has some pretty crazy facial expressions. I found myself picking them up and using them at work. One time I nearly scared one of my coworkers half to death by doing the very same facial expression seen here. It was funny, and I had to explain how it came from James, but still I laughed all the way home that day. One of his more infamous facial expressions makes it look as if he is in the most excruciating pain. I have yet to capture that one, but when I do you'll know exactly what I am talking about.
He's always up for a celebration, no matter what the occasion is. And no matter where we go or what we do, he always, ALWAYS, opens every door for me. In fact, he has been known to push me out of the way of a door so I don't open it myself. Then he'll open it for me as we both just laugh. I love that he does that, though. I try not to take it for granted, though one time at the store I stopped at the door for a second waiting for him to open the door for me, then I realized he wasn't there and I was a little embarrassed. It was funny.
Did you know that he loves to build forts out of pillows and blankets? And especially so on me? When I have a migraine that has toned down a bit, in order to make me feel better he'll pile pillows onto my head and drape blankets over them so that just my face is visible through a little cave. He calls it "Fort Crystal" then laughs proudly as if he has just created a beautiful masterpiece. I can't help but smile at his excitement when he does that.
The man loves hot chocolate, especially on cold snowy days. In fact, if it snows at all on any given day, he'll make himself a big cup of hot chocolate when he gets home. It's interesting to me, really, because I don't always feel like having hot chocolate on snowy days, but with him it's a must. What can I say? The man loves his hot chocolate.
And football. Don't even think about trash talking the Broncos to James because he will definitely be able to hold his own...and maybe even get you to change your mind/opinion. He is a die hard Broncos fan through and through and nothing anyone can ever say will ever change that. Come what may, James will be a Broncos fan for life no matter where we live.
He looks fantastic in a suit and tie, and even better in black slacks and a white shirt. He holds true to his beliefs, his morals, his testimony, and he honors the priesthood. He loves the gospel and loves to serve in the church. He knows the scriptures and seeks every day to try and be/do better. He is such a stalwart example to me, and I'm striving to be more like him.
He is such a big help to me in so many ways, and not just for taking down the Christmas tree each year. Anything I need, he gets it, and I don't even have to ask sometimes. He's so kind and thoughtful! I could mention casually, under my breath, that I was a bit thirsty and he'll get me a big glass of ice cold water. Whenever I have a migraine, no matter what time of the day (or night) it is, he'll get me cold wet wash clothes to put on my face, and medicine to take. He'll wake from a deep sleep just to help me feel more comfortable. I feel like a queen whenever I am around him, and sometimes that's really hard because I don't feel I deserve it...or him.
He is usually warm, but it takes hardly any time at all for his hands to become so cold they hurt. If he takes out a package from the freezer, it makes his hands so cold he has to run them under hot water to make them warm again. Whenever he comes home from the greenhouse, though, he is always warm and he says "I'm toasty like a lizard!" It takes a lot to cool him down after working all day in the greenhouse, but he's such a hard worker and honestly tries as hard as he can to do his best every day. I love holding his hand because I always feel so safe and protected when I am near him.
I love this man more than words can possibly say, and I am so glad that he found me, and loved me, and still loves me. I can't believe that someone like him found someone like me and wanted to be with me for the rest of his life and throughout all eternity.
I grew up singing in choir and solo competitions and this was one song that I sang numerous times. This is exactly how I feel about James, my husband. He is everything to me, my life, my whole world and he makes me so unbelievably happy.
He's a man who loves to play with my parent's dogs Jelly Bean and Cocoa. He can tire them out when no one else wants to even look at them, and he genuinely enjoys it. He runs and jumps and plays and gives himself a headache and heartburn, but he sure does love those dogs. One day we'll have a couple of Chinese Pugs ourselves so that he can run and jump and play with them as well.
He is always making some kind of a joke out of something...most of the time out of something someone says. He loves making a play on words, so much so that I have found myself doing it as well, though I'm not nearly as quick as he is. He's just so funny. And he'll more than likely do anything I ask him to, whether it's a funny pose or a crazy jig. I love how he trusts me to not make him feel foolish, but I'm sure he does some of those things just to see me smile and hear me laugh.
He has some pretty crazy facial expressions. I found myself picking them up and using them at work. One time I nearly scared one of my coworkers half to death by doing the very same facial expression seen here. It was funny, and I had to explain how it came from James, but still I laughed all the way home that day. One of his more infamous facial expressions makes it look as if he is in the most excruciating pain. I have yet to capture that one, but when I do you'll know exactly what I am talking about.
He's always up for a celebration, no matter what the occasion is. And no matter where we go or what we do, he always, ALWAYS, opens every door for me. In fact, he has been known to push me out of the way of a door so I don't open it myself. Then he'll open it for me as we both just laugh. I love that he does that, though. I try not to take it for granted, though one time at the store I stopped at the door for a second waiting for him to open the door for me, then I realized he wasn't there and I was a little embarrassed. It was funny.
Did you know that he loves to build forts out of pillows and blankets? And especially so on me? When I have a migraine that has toned down a bit, in order to make me feel better he'll pile pillows onto my head and drape blankets over them so that just my face is visible through a little cave. He calls it "Fort Crystal" then laughs proudly as if he has just created a beautiful masterpiece. I can't help but smile at his excitement when he does that.
The man loves hot chocolate, especially on cold snowy days. In fact, if it snows at all on any given day, he'll make himself a big cup of hot chocolate when he gets home. It's interesting to me, really, because I don't always feel like having hot chocolate on snowy days, but with him it's a must. What can I say? The man loves his hot chocolate.
And football. Don't even think about trash talking the Broncos to James because he will definitely be able to hold his own...and maybe even get you to change your mind/opinion. He is a die hard Broncos fan through and through and nothing anyone can ever say will ever change that. Come what may, James will be a Broncos fan for life no matter where we live.
He looks fantastic in a suit and tie, and even better in black slacks and a white shirt. He holds true to his beliefs, his morals, his testimony, and he honors the priesthood. He loves the gospel and loves to serve in the church. He knows the scriptures and seeks every day to try and be/do better. He is such a stalwart example to me, and I'm striving to be more like him.
He is such a big help to me in so many ways, and not just for taking down the Christmas tree each year. Anything I need, he gets it, and I don't even have to ask sometimes. He's so kind and thoughtful! I could mention casually, under my breath, that I was a bit thirsty and he'll get me a big glass of ice cold water. Whenever I have a migraine, no matter what time of the day (or night) it is, he'll get me cold wet wash clothes to put on my face, and medicine to take. He'll wake from a deep sleep just to help me feel more comfortable. I feel like a queen whenever I am around him, and sometimes that's really hard because I don't feel I deserve it...or him.
He is usually warm, but it takes hardly any time at all for his hands to become so cold they hurt. If he takes out a package from the freezer, it makes his hands so cold he has to run them under hot water to make them warm again. Whenever he comes home from the greenhouse, though, he is always warm and he says "I'm toasty like a lizard!" It takes a lot to cool him down after working all day in the greenhouse, but he's such a hard worker and honestly tries as hard as he can to do his best every day. I love holding his hand because I always feel so safe and protected when I am near him.
I love this man more than words can possibly say, and I am so glad that he found me, and loved me, and still loves me. I can't believe that someone like him found someone like me and wanted to be with me for the rest of his life and throughout all eternity.
I grew up singing in choir and solo competitions and this was one song that I sang numerous times. This is exactly how I feel about James, my husband. He is everything to me, my life, my whole world and he makes me so unbelievably happy.
Monday, April 12
Oh, my aching head
Yesterday was a really bad day. It was right up there with one of the worst migraines of my life, and the hardest part was trying to keep myself from crying. There have only been a couple of times when the pain in my head was so severe that it brought me to tears. I know there are people out there who can completely understand this. It's only natural to cry when there is a severe amount of pain, no matter where it is in/on the body. That pain yesterday was too much for me to keep bottled in, and so, as I sat with my head on my husband's chest wishing for the good Lord to just take me away already, I surprised myself by bursting into tears and sobbing almost uncontrollably. And that, my friends, is a very bad thing when you have a migraine because it only makes the pain worse. It took extreme effort for me to calm myself down enough to stop crying, and when I did I was in a sorrier state than I had previously been, which is saying a lot.
I'm sure there might be someone out there who is probably thinking about what a baby I am for crying over a headache, and from your viewpoint I can see how you would think that. But for one minute I would love to have you jump inside my head, feel the pain I feel, and then come out and tell me if you would not do the same thing, or at least something comparable. 99% of the time I can work my way through the pain. 99% of the time I can try to relax and calm myself down enough to tolerate the pain until the medicine kicks in, or I fall asleep struggling with the effort. Yesterday was a really bad day.
I've had migraines for the past ten years, and they didn't start slowly, I'll tell you that much. One day, in the summer of 1999 I was hit with a migraine so bad it knocked me out for the rest of the day. Naturally, I thought I was dying, that some dormant tumor had decided to explode suddenly and I was sure that was the end. It was horrible, and has only progressed from there.
I've tried pretty much every medication you can find on the market to get rid of the migraine when I have it, and to prevent it from coming all together. So far, I haven't found the miracle treatment that will reduce my migraines to just one a month, if not have them disappear all together. Since the first of April I have had six migraines and last month I had ten total. No rhyme, no reason, no pattern, just pain.
Anyone else who has had migraines, or currently suffers from them, will know the immense feeling of loss as a result. My migraines last between 12 and 24 hours with no let up and because of this I miss entire days of my life. Plans have to be cancelled, feelings are hurt, people get frustrated, and I end up miserable and depressed with a lovely little thing I like to call the migraine hangover. I've never been drunk, so I really don't know what it feels like to have a hangover from a night of alcohol, but I can tell you that having a migraine hangover is not too pretty either. First, you are exhausted. This is a kind of odd position to be in since you spent the previous day literally lying in bed, or the couch, or a chair, because you physically aren't able to do anything else. However, it makes perfect sense because you spend every last bit of energy you can muster focused on trying to relieve the pain. It takes a lot of out of you. Second, you are depressed. I'm not too sure why this happens, but it's a struggle too. You're depressed from having to deal with another migraine again, with missing out on an entire day of your life, with letting friends and family down, with having such severe pain, and frustrated at not being able to get rid of the blasted things in the first place. Plus, your entire body is just so tired and weak and that doesn't help things out either. The only good thing is that this piece doesn't last, so you just muddle through it. And third the migraine might come back, so throughout the day you have to make sure you don't overdo anything in case something you do causes the migraine to come back and you're right back where you were the day before. And no one wants that.
When I get a migraine, I truly do my best to never ask "why me?". I know that's something that could be so easy to shout to the heavens. I do ask why, but it's more of a "why did this one come on today? What caused it?" or "why can't these things stop?" But I find myself not able to answer those questions and so, to stop myself from going mad and getting angry I try not to ask why it came on. I figure I can work on that problem after the pain has subsided. It's like when someone says their stomach is hurting and they throw up and someone inevitably asks "what did you eat?". That's the last thing they should be thinking about right then.
Anyway, this post is much longer than I thought it would be, so thanks for sticking through to the end. I write about my migraines so that people can understand what it is like, and to show those who suffer from migraines currently that they are not alone. It's such a debilitating thing and totally sucks all the energy out of you, but thankfully they do go away...even if it is only for a little while.
I'm sure there might be someone out there who is probably thinking about what a baby I am for crying over a headache, and from your viewpoint I can see how you would think that. But for one minute I would love to have you jump inside my head, feel the pain I feel, and then come out and tell me if you would not do the same thing, or at least something comparable. 99% of the time I can work my way through the pain. 99% of the time I can try to relax and calm myself down enough to tolerate the pain until the medicine kicks in, or I fall asleep struggling with the effort. Yesterday was a really bad day.
I've had migraines for the past ten years, and they didn't start slowly, I'll tell you that much. One day, in the summer of 1999 I was hit with a migraine so bad it knocked me out for the rest of the day. Naturally, I thought I was dying, that some dormant tumor had decided to explode suddenly and I was sure that was the end. It was horrible, and has only progressed from there.
I've tried pretty much every medication you can find on the market to get rid of the migraine when I have it, and to prevent it from coming all together. So far, I haven't found the miracle treatment that will reduce my migraines to just one a month, if not have them disappear all together. Since the first of April I have had six migraines and last month I had ten total. No rhyme, no reason, no pattern, just pain.
Anyone else who has had migraines, or currently suffers from them, will know the immense feeling of loss as a result. My migraines last between 12 and 24 hours with no let up and because of this I miss entire days of my life. Plans have to be cancelled, feelings are hurt, people get frustrated, and I end up miserable and depressed with a lovely little thing I like to call the migraine hangover. I've never been drunk, so I really don't know what it feels like to have a hangover from a night of alcohol, but I can tell you that having a migraine hangover is not too pretty either. First, you are exhausted. This is a kind of odd position to be in since you spent the previous day literally lying in bed, or the couch, or a chair, because you physically aren't able to do anything else. However, it makes perfect sense because you spend every last bit of energy you can muster focused on trying to relieve the pain. It takes a lot of out of you. Second, you are depressed. I'm not too sure why this happens, but it's a struggle too. You're depressed from having to deal with another migraine again, with missing out on an entire day of your life, with letting friends and family down, with having such severe pain, and frustrated at not being able to get rid of the blasted things in the first place. Plus, your entire body is just so tired and weak and that doesn't help things out either. The only good thing is that this piece doesn't last, so you just muddle through it. And third the migraine might come back, so throughout the day you have to make sure you don't overdo anything in case something you do causes the migraine to come back and you're right back where you were the day before. And no one wants that.
When I get a migraine, I truly do my best to never ask "why me?". I know that's something that could be so easy to shout to the heavens. I do ask why, but it's more of a "why did this one come on today? What caused it?" or "why can't these things stop?" But I find myself not able to answer those questions and so, to stop myself from going mad and getting angry I try not to ask why it came on. I figure I can work on that problem after the pain has subsided. It's like when someone says their stomach is hurting and they throw up and someone inevitably asks "what did you eat?". That's the last thing they should be thinking about right then.
Anyway, this post is much longer than I thought it would be, so thanks for sticking through to the end. I write about my migraines so that people can understand what it is like, and to show those who suffer from migraines currently that they are not alone. It's such a debilitating thing and totally sucks all the energy out of you, but thankfully they do go away...even if it is only for a little while.
Tuesday, April 6
I guess he's just lucky
James and I took my little sister to Dave and Busters (a local eat and play place for all ages) for her 18th birthday. We all had a lot of fun and spent the afternoon playing all the fun arcade games and multiplayer games in the place. My sister had never been there before, so it was really fun to see her so excited about it. By the way, she totally dominated at Guitar Hero on expert level. She was amazing!! The surprise of the day, though, came from James when he won 1000 tickets from the Spin-N-Win game not once, not twice...but FIVE TIMES!! It was incredible! I guess he's just lucky.
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