I've had a headache/migraine since Sunday.
Go ahead and feel sorry for me.
I've taken more drugs and had more caffeine that I've had in months.
It's like my body is bound and determined to sink into a whopping case of vertigo (which I haven't had since I was pregnant with Emily, and that in itself is a miracle) and my head is fighting it and holding in all the pressure.
So between the pain and the mild dizziness I'm a sorry mess.
I walked up to my sister's office the other day to seek out her hidden stash of medicine.
My niece Erika also suffers on occasion from dizziness and when she heard I was dizzy she said,
"Noelle, you need to drink Gatorade and eat something salty! That's what I do and my dizziness always goes away!"
Becca didn't have any potato chips so I was out of luck with the something salty.
My sister Heather, Erika's mom, is a bit of ... what ... what is she a bit of ...
I don't know the right word really, but she is equal parts pain and joy, in a good way.
She walked up to me holding a salt lick (which we sell) and said, "Here, lick this. It will cure you."
I said, "Only if you do it first," and she did.
So that meant that I had to.
And in a really sad and pathetic way that silly salt lick helped for a little while.
I'm considering carrying one around my neck.
I wonder what people would think of me?
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I have a sweet friend Beth who I met through my blog.
She sent me the most thoughtful birthday gift!
It represents both Emily and God's promise that He will never forget us (the rainbow colors) :
Thank you Beth!
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I gave our girl every option today for her nap -
-snuggle with me on the couch
-curl up with a blanket
-lay on the couch
She chose none of those options.
Instead she searched for her perfect spot.
She's a funny girl, that one!