Yesterday was one of those days. I woke up at about 4 am with a headache. Didn't seem too severe. Got up and took a couple of aspirin and laid back down for about 45 minutes. My head still hurt but it seemed like I was managing OK.
I drank what seemed like gallons of coffee. Caffeine is supposed to help in headache prevention. Went through my morning routine and still felt like I could get through the day. Yeah, everything was going to be OK.
But by the time I got to church, around 7:30 am, I began to feel that my head was lying in a vice and some diabolical rascal was slowly exerting pressure. I took some strong medication that I had brought with me, praying that it would bring relief.
It didn't. I know better. If I don't get out in front of a migraine I can expect a very long, painful day. By 9 am I knew I had to go home. My head was feeling like it might explode and my tummy was rebelling as well. I gave a few instructions to Connie, our administrative assistant extraordinaire and I left.
I got home, took some heavy duty medication that my doctor has prescribed and tried to get as comfortable and as still as I possibly could. My cats saw me in the recliner and thought that I was inviting them to join me. I quickly made it clear to them that I wanted to be left alone. It took a few hours but finely I could feel that I was turning a corner. I fell asleep in the afternoon and work up at 5 pm and realized something glorious - my head wasn't hurting very much! What joy! Prayer answered! By the time my dear, sweet wife got home, I felt almost normal and read to eat a little dinner. Then it was off to bed.
Today, I'm in migraine fog. That's what the second day always feels like. Having lost a day, I've got tons of work to do. I'll get caught up. I'll do so while feeling better. And, I'm reminded to pray again that I should not take my good health for granted but to give thanks to God for the blessing of a headache-free day. God is good.
