Relief

Yesterday did provide some relief, but all of the dread I was feeling gave me a terrible migraine. I’m sure all of you have heard of functioning alcoholics; well, I’m a functioning migraine sufferer. Some people who have migraines have to go to bed in a dark place. It’s what I always want to do when I have a migraine, but I rarely have that luxury. I did not have at luxury yesterday. I had to keep going and do what I needed to do. Since I had the day off, I went ahead and ran some errands after my “ordeal.”

When I got home, I cooked supper. I had promised my aunt that I would fry some okra for her. She told me that since I had a migraine, I shouldn’t have tried to cook, but I did anyway. I braised a London broil that was on sale at the grocery store, cooked some collard greens and fried some cornbread. It was quite delicious, but I didn’t have much of an appetite because migraines tend to make me slightly nauseous. After supper, I went to bed. Luckily, I can always count on HRH to bring me some comfort. She curled up on top of me after I laid down, and we called it an early night.

By the way, with my triskaidekaphobia* I’m dreading today, just a little bit. However, since it’s my mothers birthday, I probably shouldn’t see it as bad luck.

*Triskaidekaphobia (from Greek tris meaning “3”, kai meaning “and”, deka meaning “10” and phobos meaning “fear” or “morbid fear”) is fear of the number 13 and avoidance to use it; it is a superstition and related to a specific fear of Friday the 13th, called paraskevidekatriaphobia (from Παρασκευή Paraskevi, Greek for Friday) or friggatriskaidekaphobia (after Frigg, the Norse goddess Friday is named after in English).