Migraine

I knew it was coming yesterday.  It wasn't there yet, but hiding just behind my temples I could feeling a distant throb.  A threat. Little spots floated across my vision for the past few days. I hoped I was wrong. Each time someone offered me a treat of some sort I thought "Yuck." And even the blonde brownie, that I know was delicious, and tasted delicious--didn't taste good. It tasted like another step closer to this. 

The throbbing pain in the center of my forehead, radiating up my head, out and down my temples and through the back of my neck.  My stomach is roiling, and complaining. I can't decide if I should feed it, or if eating might make me throw up. I have plans tonight. I'm supposed to go to a party.  Should I go?  I hate letting this get in the way of my life.  It happens often enough, and I'm going to be in pain no matter where I am.

Or maybe, i should stay home.  I can go lie on the couch and hope beyond hope that the headache goes away. Maybe I'll be able to fall asleep. I suppose I could call someone to come and keep me company.  But it's Saturday night.  That's lame.  

And it's just the beginning.  I know it's going to get worse before it's over.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow.  It'll probably be gone tomorrow.  

Charlie Horse, Clouds, and Clay

I prayed the other night night that I would wake up in a more timely fashion the next morning.  You know, wake up before the alarm, or only push the snooze once.  Nothing too extreme just a “Get the day started off on the right foot,” rather than the-- “RINSE. PANTS. TEETH.  SHIRT.  UNDERWEAR!?  OHYEAH. THAT.  THEN PANTS.  THEN SHIRT.” Thing I do before heading out the--“SHOES!?  KEYS!?  AGHK!” door. 

I vaguely recall being a little bit awake and wondering if I should get out of bed, go on a run, read my scriptures--my alarm went off and I lazily reached over and pushed “Snooze” just once can’t hurt, right?  And then boom.  Charlie Horse. I zipped out of bed, and jumped over the mess of blankets lying on the floor.  “Ah!  Ah! Ah!”  7:03. God answered my prayer. I was up before the second snooze.  I’m not sure if I’m grateful or angry yet.  But I’m pretty sure He has a sense of humor.  Because, well….Rude. 

I just really wanted to tell that story.  It doesn’t have any particular application to this post, and I actually don’t know what I’m going to write this post about. A large part of the reason I’m writing this is that last time I Skyped my family my dad turned to me at the very end and said “You know your rambles thing?” and I distantly thought…which one?  I ramble all the time.  What did I ramble about this time? Was it a special ramble? My Skype face showed my obvious confusion. “You know.  Your rambles.  Meggers, something.” 

                  “Oh!  Yeah!  The Rambles of Meggers?  My blog.”

                  “That.  You haven’t written in it in a long time.  You should update it.”

                  “….Okay. I will!”  So I did.  And this is it.

One of my summer adventures.  We hiked to a beach.  It had jellyfish.  But it also had clay!  

I also liked the clouds.