There are two reasons why yesterday was a terrible day for me.
First of all, I had a migraine.
When I got out of the shower, I noticed that the joints in the toes of my right foot hurt whenever I walked. By the time I had walked back to my room, I had dismissed it as growing pains.
After getting dressed for the day, I went downstairs and began to whine to Mom to make me somthing for breakfast. I looked at the newspaper, and noticed a rainbow artifact in my vision. Perhaps I’d looked at something bright, I thought.
Still whining, I sat down on the couch, and looked at Mom. The artifact was still in my vision, and this time, it was more pronounced. I noticed that the artifact wasn’t dark, like your retina’s memory of something bright, which indicated to me that I was going to have a migraine. I told Mom, and she gave me two pills of Tylenol.
I went upstairs, and started watching the episode of The Office called “Money”. I decided that I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk for breakfast, so Mom made it for me. And it was pretty damn good, too.
Exactly eight minutes into the episode, I turned off my computer monitor, shut my bedroom door, and threw myself onto my bed. I shoved my head under my pillows, and prepared for the worst.
It was terrible. The same verses of the same songs played over and over again in my head. Particularly, this verse from Michael Jackson’s song “Heaven Can Wait”, from his album Invincible:
Unthinkable,
Me sitting up in the clouds and you are all alone,
The time might come around,
when you’d be moving on,
I’d turn it all around and try to get,
back down to my baby girl,
Can’t stand to see nobody kissing, touching her,
Couldn’t take nobody loving you the way we were,
What good would Heaven be,
If the angels come for me I’d tell them no,
The entire time, I felt like I was going to vomit. The muscles in my right eyebrow hurt like hell, too. It was as if someone was jabbing their knuckle into my eyebrow. Sometimes, I felt so sick, I actually cried out in pain. I almost dropped the F bomb a few times, too. “FUUUUUuuuuuhhhhh!”
I vomited three times.
My Mom left after the second time I vomited to get me some medicine from the pharmacy. As I was waiting for her to return, I was laying in my bed, trying to relax. I eventually realized that my mind was drifting, and that I was beginning to fall asleep. The last thing I remember was my Mom entering the room with my medicine…
I awoke at 4:05 PM, and felt all better. Well, not completely, I could still feel some remnants of the headache, but they were extremely insignificant. So basically, I lost a day of my life to a migraine.
And to top it all of, it was Michael Jackson’s birthday! I was going to celebrate! (Not really, but I was going to watch for him on TV, in a celebrative sort of manner…)
Michael said that he has “…no plans on retiring any time soon.” Hooray! I can’t wait until his next album, I’m sure it’ll be awesome.
Anyway, that was my August 29th.
Oh yeah, the funny thing is, I got so much extra sleep from the migraine, that I literally could not fall asleep that night. I was up ’till 5:30 AM, and even then I was only in a light nap.
Whatever. Migraines suck.
