Sunday, April 30, 2017

I'll Be Here in the Morning

Chicken Sausage, Kale  & Peppers 
The day before I woke up with the muthah of all migraines.  I get them really bad. I have a handle on most of my food triggers so I avoid many at this point but sometimes the stars line up and they just come.  There was a very intense thunder & lightning rain storm that night.  The air pressure has an impact. My mother went into the hospital the night before also.  She's 95 so it's never an easy process.  There was stress of not knowing what to do and lots of worry.  Even though I'm not near her, I know that she'll be prodded and poked.  She's always really cold and the hospitals are freezing.  The waiting time is ridiculous.  I get so worried for her even though I know she is in great hands.

As soon as I opened my eyes that morning I knew it would be full blown.  Usually I try to ignore it at first  because once in a great while you can trick yourself.  Like tiptoeing past a sleeping grizzly.  Just make as if all is well and quickly go drink some coffee and try to get something in your stomach before downing an Aleve.  But that bear woke up, angry.
Violent vomiting and pounding pressure, the light sensitivity and inability to function leaves me so weak. You have to shut down and let it pass, and pray there won't be too many staggering trips to the bathroom. But there was.  The next day however, I was so grateful to be among the living, able to function and understand my mom's ability to fight through so many health issues.  I perked up quite a bit.
Vegetable stir fry with chicken sausage over black rice.

Went to visit my feral cats of Red Hook and witness the last of the blooming trees.

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