Pass the Tylenol

I am enjoying a cup of coffee for the first time since Wednesday, when I was struck down with a terrible headache. I am not a headachey sort of person and I now have new and profound empathy for those that routinely suffer. On Wednesday afternoon, I stuck it out at work. On Thursday I worked from home, typing with one hand over my left eye. Every light was too bright and every sound was too loud. I drank some water but felt too sick to eat anything–again, mightily unusual for me. On Friday morning I stayed in bed and went to see the doctor at noon. He diagnosed a mixture of stress and sinus, wrote a prescription and sent me home to bed. I picked up Gretel, who also had a headache and was all stuffed up with allergy snot. We drove to Itchy Ankle and took to our beds at 2:30pm. She came into my room for a cuddle at about 9pm and I ordered some Shrimp LoMein to be delivered from the local carryout in case she added malnutrition to her list of woes. She ate her noodles and we both went back to bed. I got up at 9am feeling much better. She arose at 11am and is now enjoying an Oreo and a glass of milk. We are resolved to stay upright all day for fear of developing bedsores. It’s good to feel better.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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