First, THANK YOU from my tip-toes for all of your help on migraines. I just hate how many of us know what it’s like because, HELL. I saw the doctor & she thinks it is mostly hormonal. I’m already on the lowest level of hormones in birth control pill history, aka Loestrin 24, which means that the next step down is an IUD. She prescribed Imitrex & wants me to also take magnesium supplements. If this doesn’t work, we’ll move me to a full “active pack” of birth control where there is no sugar pill. I’m sure the insurance company is going to looove that one.
Of course, the moment my head cleared up, Harrison decided to be the world’s! best! sharer! of the crud. Doug & I both got it so it’s me against Man Cold x 2. I’m not sure where Harrison learned it other than the secret man-meetings that must occur where they also decide to take 45 minutes to poop & how portabella mushrooms burgers are not actual food, but the other night he weakly called out that he would need “a small sip of water” after declaring that he could no longer take off his own shoes & socks.
Don’t worry, the boys are surviving. They created a pallet of man-sick on the floor & managed to get down some soup & Thomas the Train.
I have taken the more practical approach of simply living life with a Vicks-soaked tissue shoved into my nose.
Apparently we have a winter mix coming tomorrow where it’s going to be 26 degrees & the only thing we North Carolinians have as defense are salt-brined roads & back-up milk in the fridge. Hang on to your bonnets, folks.