Migraines and Mother's Day

You know what sucks? It sucks to wake up with a friggen migraine. I get headaches more often than I like, bad headaches every couple of months and migraine headaches maybe a couple/few times a year. I didn't used to though, they started maybe 4 or 5 years ago, on a regular basis anyway.

Today I woke up just fine when H Ditty's alarm went off. After he got up he made sure all 3 of the cats were out the room and shut the door for me to be able to sleep some more. I usually don't fall back asleep, I usually doze at the most. But today I actually did sleep and when my alarm went off, my head was aching pretty badly. But I got up anyway and started to get ready for work. While washing my hair I started to get nauseous and ended up upchucking. And instead of feeling better afterward I felt worse. So I called in and let them know I wasn't going in. We have some strong headache medicine that a friend of ours left (he gets migraines too) so I took it and crawled back into bed. Slept until close to ten then dozed on and off until close to 11 when I finally felt like I could get back up.

I took a nice warm bath and that actually seemed to help some more. My head still hurts but not as bad as this morning. I'd say it's still migraine strength though but at least the light doesn't hurt as much as it did earlier and I'm not nauseous anymore.

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So how was your Mother's Day? Ours was pretty darn good. When I learned the weather was supposed to be pretty mild on Sunday I asked HD what he thought about having both of our families over to our house for a cookout. He like the idea and agreed so we invited everyone and started planning it. We ended up changing the venue though to have it at his grandma's house. She's got a larger house and huge backyard that would be better for a bunch of kids to run around in.

My two brothers who have kids couldn't commit to a specific time on when they'd show up and for how long they'd be able to stay but they did say they'd come. My oldest brother never called back but he had something like 3 or 4 messages between myself, HD and my mom and he did eventually show up. His sisters and their boyfriends made it. He also decided to invite Jim, Amy, their two kids and Caryn and her son. So we had 9 mothers there in total which included his grandma of course.

His family mostly stayed in doors which kind of irked me but oh well. I joked at one point early on that they were anti-social. No one said anything to him at all about it so I hope they did realize I was only joking. But over all it turned out really nice. The food was good, the company was good and the kids got along and had a great time playing together.

At one point I organized a game of kickball with the kids and it just naturally turned out girls vs. boys with me as designated pitcher. They played to 30 points. At one point during the 2nd inning there were 5 girls against only 3 boys, oh wait, actually I think it was 6 girls against 3 boys. But the boys still won 30 to 25. They wanted to play again so rather than boys vs. girls we had two captains. One was his sister who had the baby and the other was my niece. He and I ended up on opposite teams, his sister's boyfriend was on hers and two of my brothers ended up one on each team, along with all but two of the kids that had played earlier. One of my nephews and Caryn's son didn't want to play anymore.

My first kick was a high one and got caught immediately. My next time up I thought I kicked it perfectly. It was a straight kick between 2nd and 3rd base and my teammate was in the right position while running to make it impossible for my brother to catch it in the air. When I started out running I realized how bad my foot was and started to half run half hobble to 1st base. I knew I had to make it there quickly so I sort of half dove half fell to it. I even grassed up my left knee and ended up laying on the ground with my left hand on the plate. But he had already gotten the runner out, at least I think that's what happened. I'm not actually sure, all I know is that we had made our 2nd out (we were only playing w/ 2 outs to make the games go faster) so we were done. I did all that for nothing. But it was fun. But in our 3rd inning one of the brothers had to leave because it was going on 6:45 and he had to take two of his kids back to their mom's house. My team lost, can't remember the score though.

By 7:30 or so just about everyone else started to head out. The last ones there were me and HD, my oldest brother, his youngest sister and her boyfriend and Jim and Amy. Oh yeah, his mom also. We stood around talking outside until almost 9:30 when we finally made ourselves leave. I was exhausted, so was he and we were both pretty sore. Many of you have seen the pictures of us on here, we're not the most in shape people to put it mildly.

It ended up being a great day and I'm glad I thought about and he agreed. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and there were no fights which was even better. We'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe have everyone chip in next time though, it was not a cheap cookout.

Media quote of the day:

Yeah, what are you gonna do, huh? Give me a migraine? - Angelus in Angel