Migraine 2017

I woke up this morning to the sounds of my son playing in his crib. It was a little earlier than I would have liked, but he was happy and content to play by himself.

I used the chance to make myself a cup of coffee and do some reading. Already I could feel that something wasn’t right. Whatever combination it takes to get my migraines rolling was underway. It was coming.

I smiled and spoke with my family and the visiting relatives. I wanted to enjoy it, this last chance to speak to them I. Person for who knows how long.

And suddenly, the headache asserted itself and let me know it had plans for me for the next several hours.

My wife helped with massages and oils. I made a hot bath and did my best to relax. I slept when I could.

Eight hours later I could hold down food and read. Now I am al last feeling human again, even if it is a type of human with exceedingly heavy arms.

I look around at my family and see how much they are supporting me. They allow me the time to rest and recuperate. This has been one of the stronger migraines I’ve had in a while. It makes me think about how I need to go back to my acupuncturist once I’m back in Japan.

But mostly it lets me see how fortunate I am to have such caring people around me. Even as I write this my wife is feeding our son. I asked her if I could do it so she could rest. She told me to focus on feeling better.

Tonight when I rock my son to sleep I’ll have to tell him how kind his mother is. I’m sure he already knows, but I want to tell him. I want him to hear his father saying it, even if he is only a toddler.

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