Saturday, April 20, 2013
109/365 Knocked down but getting back up again
Yesterday morning I woke my husband early because I had an African tribe doing a war dance in my head. I don't remember ever having a headache so fierce before and I was unable to tolerate the light at all. All I could do was curl in a ball (as much of a ball as post-surgery would allow) and plead with the warriors to stop banging on their drums.
A little more than 24 hours has passed and finally it feels like the headache is moving out. The doctor at the ER said it was probably a rebound headache from the pain meds. Ironically, I hadn't taken many pain meds but I was gulping them down to get rid of the headache.
It made me want to say bad words.
I did take one picture through the window. So this is it... the picture of the day -- a sweet cardinal as viewed through my headachey haze.