Those of you who’ve had a migraine before might be familiar with the residual feelings and emotions that linger on after the pain subsides. Or at least they do with me.
It feels like my brain is a computer that has had all its data files corrupted and there’s a petulant IT man with a God-complex behind the scenes taking his sweet time to fix it up. So I feel like hanging a sign around my neck saying, “We’ll be back online as soon as possible.”
While this happens I’ve been trying to navigate the days with strict adherence to routines: blog reading, scanning Twitter updates, jobs around the house. But it is during these times when I lose patience. I am quick to anger. I’ve left the television running for days now and the kids – bless them – have been remarkably tolerant of my tiredness. It is during these times when I’m careful to try keeping myself to myself because it would be a very dreadful time to open my mouth and say the first thing that comes out: “If you flog your services/blog/charity/miracle wonder creams to me one more time I will block you and/or send you to the spam folder quicker than you ever thought possible”.
But I don’t do that, obviously*.
Before you start thinking I’m a raving bitch, don’t worry I’ll soon work my way out of this fugue. I should, because I don’t like feeling like this.
That said, there’s nothing more I desire – and secretly feel I deserve – than to take to my bed for a few more days.
In the meantime, I’ll just try to enjoy the simple things in life. Like weeds picked for me by Keira:
*Although I might start!
