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.