Well, as it happens, Gary took the majority of the kids to my mom's yesterday for cake and ice cream. I got hit with a migraine just a couple of hours before we were getting ready to leave. Got the full gamut of partial loss of eyesight, sparkly rick-rack, soon followed by the pain in the left side of my head. Classic. Hmm. Guess my body knows what NOT to do, eh?
Then just when I was ready to think about going, vision back, etc.---figuring it was necessary to keep the peace, the rick-rack came back. The family left, I stayed home medicated and drinking lots of ice water and puttered around with the chickens. That's what needed to happen.
Now I have to make a choice, Gary says, and either talk to my mom and try to find some level area, or just walk away. Considering the bruise on the side of my head, that's the remnant of the headache (doesn't pay to shake my head today), I'm thinking the decision is being made for me. Not much I can do about it.
Loving that I can depend on our kids and my husband. No problems there, and all this talk about cleaving to one another. Always a good thing.
