I like Thursdays, my last day at work, and I love Fridays. So much to look forward to, and no work until Monday. Last night was just a normal Thursday night. Then youngest son came into my bedroom at 9.45, I was just about to turn out the light and go to sleep. "It's 'wear to scare' day at school tomorrow" he announces, and I'm expected to make a Halloween costume appear! Oh to be 9 years old again!
Then I woke up at 5am. That's a nice long lie-in for me, as I'm usually up at 3am for work. The dog had climbed onto the bed and had shoved me right to the edge. He's a white boxer, completely deaf, weighs a ton, and he's only 9 months old. He likes climbing onto my knee for a cuddle, like a lap dog, he doesn't know he's crushing me! So, getting shoved out of my own bed was the main thing that woke me. But when I moved my head, I felt the familiar shooting pain, the dreaded headache. They are happening more frequently, I feel sick and dizzy when I move. I take painkillers, I've tried lots, even my strong prescription back medicine doesn't work. And if it's like my usual headache, it's here for at least 2 days. I really must go to the doctors, but by the time I get around to making an appointment, the headache will be a distant memory. I wonder if it's migraines?
So, my lovely weekend off work is doomed now, I'm off to lie down in my dark bedroom, and move as little as possible. I'm sure I'll feel better, just in time to start work!
