I spent four hours in the emergency room on Sunday night (into the wee hours of Monday morning) for a migraine, and nausea that makes the seasickness they show on Deadliest Catch look like a day at the park.
And, all day yesterday I was curled up in the fetal position on my couch waiting for the agitation from the Compazine to wear off.
Well, not all day…half my time was spent in the bathroom going through roll after roll of toilet paper, and bottle after bottle of Lysol and anti-bacterial soap. Because what’s better after a migraine than, what my Dad refers to as, a case of the “thin-dirties”?
Last night I was feeling weak and in need of something other than Imodium AD. So when my son climbed up on the couch next to me I was excited about some snuggle time.
He knew I was sick. He would be there for me. He would provide the comfort I desperately needed. I pulled him close and asked, “Who’s your favorite?”
He looked up at me, gave me a big smile and said, “I’m my favorite!”