I’m Having a Migraine, a So-far Pain-Free Migraine

Here’s the problem with migraines, at least for me. It does no good to take anything until the pain starts, but you have to time it just right to take it as the pain starts or it does little good to take it after. You have to hit it right at that moment where you’re like “I have a headache, but not enough to bother me” but, if you’re saying “I have a headache but not enough to bother me” obviously, it’s hard to insist to yourself that you take a butt-load of medicine right at that moment.

Unless you know it’s a migraine.

I think we’ve talked before about the trippy fun parts of having a migraine? Today, I took the dog out to Bells Bend Park and, as we were walking along, I started getting weirded out and delighted with just how white certain trees looked, like almost fluorescent. But I convinced myself that it was just a trick of the light. Until we got back around to the barn and the slate blue parts of the path were practically glowing. Everything looked like high definition 3D.

And I got back here and decided I wanted bread for lunch, hot glorious bread for lunch, so I baked up a little French loaf, but it smelled so bad to me, either it or the margarine, that I couldn’t eat it. So, I fed it to the dog, because I also couldn’t imagine keeping the smell of it in the house until the Butcher got home.

And that’s when I put two-and-two together–trippy visuals, weird smells, slightly off-kilter sense. I’m having a migraine. There’s no pain yet, but it’s really the only thing that’s missing. Not that I’m complaining. It’s just weird how your body can be “And now things will be weird.”

Unless all that acid I took for breakfast is finally kicking in.

Kidding, folks, kidding. It was totally the ant-snorting that did it.

But at least I know the pain is coming. I’m sitting here just waiting for the least flicker of it, and then I’ll rush to the medicine cabinet.

Feline Detant… Detante… turns out you don’t get the red squiggly line in the title bar, so who knows?

Ha ha ha ha ha.

I crack myself up. Anyway, I’m just sitting here eating my breakfast when I notice that the cats are spending some quality time with each other sitting on the floor together, staring at each other through the fireplace utensils. And then the orange cat gets up and keeps giving the new cat these looks like “come on” as he goes into the Butcher’s room. And off they went!

I was all “Is this the moment when the cats learn to be friends?”

So, I went and looked and the orange cat is in on the Butcher’s bed, staring at the Butcher’s butt (I don’t know, people. Science has been trying to explain cats for thousands of years. I imagine that, in the future, science will say, “we have a rational explanation for everything, in the whole universe, except for cats. Turns out, they are really supernatural and weird.” We’ll have to change “c” from “constant” to “cat” and just figure “cat” into all our equations.) and the new cat has taken the opportunity to go into the kitchen and have a second round of breakfast.

So, I don’t know. But at least no one got hissed and clawed at. So, I think that’s an improvement.