Yesterday did not go as planned. I think I should get used to that and find another way to say it, but just the same that's what happened. I woke up with plenty of motivation to get things done that I did not accomplish over the weekend, and instead found that I had a horrible headache that was only going to get worse.
I made it to class. I had to go to campus early to do a workseet for the Theatre History course, which wasn't all that bad. I left two and a half hours early and finished in one, which wasn't exactly ideal. My head was hurting so badly I couldn't read the book I had brought with me for American Lit just in case, so I sat in IG Greer feeling rather sorry for myself listening to classical music. I had it on very low, but the sound was soothing and I was hoping that somehow it would make me less stressed so I could make it through the rest of the day.
It didn't. Hebrew Scripture dragged on and the girl beside me kept asking me if I was sleepy, and then kept making suggestions on how to cure my insufferable migraine (as it had grown into one at this point). She suggeted caffeine, which I replied I had already had two cups of coffee to try and help. She suggested medicine, to which I replied I had already taken two Excedrin. She suggested rest, to which I replied I could not do until much later that day. I know she was trying to be sweet and help, but she was only making things worse by constantly talking to me and not giving me the few moments I had in the classroom to rest my eyes.
Next was Theatre History itself, which always involves lots of talking, lots of notes, and a group activity. I tried my very best to not be grumpy and to give my input to prove I had read and done all my homework, but by this time my head was so bad I was literally shaking and felt like I was going to pass out. No one noticed, or if they did they didn't say anything. Once class was over, I immediately went to the bathroom and... well... saw what I had eaten a few hours before. Sorry for the detail.
Next I was supposed to meet my Oral Interpretation group at the library to practice for our dramatic scene. Well, that didn't work out. I waited at the library until 2:01pm and then helplesly walked across campus to the parking deck where I had lazily gone that morning, instead of doing my usual routine of taking the bus. I didn't wait long enough, I know, because I got two worried e-mails following the fact, but I knew that if I stood there anymore I was going to be sick again or pass out, so I left. I got home after a miserable drive, threw myself on the couch, and refused to do anything for the rest of the afternoon.
Unfortunately, yesterday was supposed to make up for my Saturday, but my road of motivation was cut short and I was completely lost within my migraine. Clark was the most loving husband with it all and did whatever I asked, and I'm afraid to admit I was being incredibly demanding due to my substantial does of pain. I was running a low temperature as well, so clearly the migraine was doing its job thoroughly.
While this morning I am feeling much better after tons of rest and true sleep, I can still feel the tension in my shoulders. I got up around 6am to finish all the homework I was supposed to do yesterday afternoon and then some. I'm still incredibly exhausted, but since I've done so much work there's the possibility that I'll have very little to do this evening. At least, that's what I'm hoping.
I suppose this deserves me right. Sometimes I will use my migraines as an excuse when they're not that bad, and then I get horrible ones and people get even more upset with me. I don't mean to use them to my advantage at all, and I think this is one of those times where I have fully learned my lesson and hope to follow my own good advice next time.
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