I woke up this morning with a pain in my head. Dehydrated, says me.
Clumsy as I am getting into the car, dropped the key on the ground and couldn't find it. Crawling around on the garage floor. Crawling. Hands and knees. PMS, says me.
Grading papers. Headache increases. Letters are moving on pages. Grading quizzes always sucks, says me.
Drank an entire 12oz. Diet Coke. No caffeine jumpiness, no decrease in headache. Hmm, says me.
Clacking noise in 3rd period. Consider strolling through the classroom and finding the culprit and doing something violent. Finally determine it's knuckle-cracking. From across the room. Irritable, says me.
Showing part of a movie in 4th period. Lights off. Too bright. Put head onto desk. Make it to lunch, says me.
Go downstairs to give make-up tests during lunch. Push cart off elevator and can barely see. Teacher asks if I'm okay. I say no. She offers to watch my next class. I burst out crying. Sweet student offers to take her test tomorrow. Teacher sends me to the nurse. Headache, says me.
Nurse can't give me Tylenol but offers me a bed/cot in a darkened spot with a big, fluffy blue knitted blankie. I burst out crying again. She gives me some tissue paper masquerading as Kleenex. I lie down, cover my eyes with my arm. Unable to sleep. Pain is unrelenting. Migraine, says me.
45 minutes in semi-darkness helps me feel better. Not good, just better. Wish wearing sunglasses in class was socially acceptable. If I didn't have a meeting and a date to go walking, I would go home, says me.
Walk 3 miles in 100 degree weather with friend. Have lots of water and sunglasses. Feel better until 1 minute after stopping walking. Almost home, says me.
Full belly, Tylenol chucked down my gullet. Be Koool strip on the back of my neck. Bedtime, says me.