I realized, belatedly, that in the not taking the things that helped moodwise, I’d also been neglecting to take the non-mood supplements. Most especially important here would be the magnesium which has been cutting down the frequency and severity of the migraines. And somehow I’m surprised that I’ve been headachy all week? Last night I was hit with panic, desperation, an inability to concentrate, and fatigue. And in the wee hours I was hit with a nice migraine, and was able to trace back all the symptoms. I hate that such things are so vague. I don’t hate that the lifetime of this particular one is as short as it is — a scant four hours and I’m already into migraine hangover rather than actual migraine.
Posting here because: I need to listen better. Almost as soon as I got home last night I was urged to retire to the bedroom, to drink water, to sit with a cloth on my head, to just relax. And I decide that that was me, being lazy. How much did I actually accomplish in my frantic tailspin? Not a whole lot. Managed to take a shower and be super clutzy and hurt myself twice in the process. Woohoo! And mess up my knitting project, which I have to partially rip out tonight when I have the ability to concentrate on it.
But, it’s okay. It’ll be okay.
Next week starts Poseidon Taureos, and I’m much looking forward to that. (If one can be said to look forward to such afestival? It’s sort of like looking forward to Yule, I suppose. I love those holy days, but it’s a dark, somber time . .. )
edited to add: as I sit down with tea this morning, I realize that my first signs of the impending doom might have been the tea that I could not brew to safe my life yesterday. Both cups “tasted” off. And I’m wondering if it might not have been my taste buds that were “off”. Hrm. . . . Fun with Migraines!