It wasn’t that I am a bad blogger this time (although I may be a bad blogger; let us leave that discussion for another time). Yesterday was really, truly a Blogger’s Sick Day. After having a marvelous evening and getting home a little before midnight (an unprecedentedly late bedtime for me) (at least in recent memory; never mind my misspent youth), I woke with a truly dreadful headache.
I had not overindulged in the wine at our after theatre dinner and hoped the headache would respond to treatment. After all, it was Saturday! I wanted adventures! I tried hydration, aspirin, my heated face thing, naps, a hot shower, and an ice pack (I did not use heat and ice at the same time. I wonder if that would work).
I thought the second nap had helped, so we went out to get some food. Partway through our late lunch (which really tasted good), it became clear that I was not better, and nothing was going to help. I guess it was a migraine. Sometimes putting a label on something can help you bear the pain.
Back home, I could not even watch a movie through the nausea. In my defense, it was a tense, disturbing movie, which can be wildly entertaining, but my stomach couldn’t take it.
So here I am, up before 6 on a Sunday, typing in a whiny excuse about why I didn’t make a Saturday post. These things happen. I hope later on to blog abput a better Sunday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 