The day spiralled from “coping” to “ohmygods I’m officially dead of bad migraine” on the way home from picking up kitty litter yesterday afternoon, complete with a vertiginous incident coming up to a traffic light where I got the prickly sensation in my hands and feet that is my body’s warning signal for “you’re about to throw up, and probably a lot”. I rolled down the windows and turned the vents on for as much fresh air as possible, breathed deeply with great focus (the mantra being “cannot throw up in new car, cannot throw up in new car, especially not with small child aboard”) and we got home without disaster striking. Once home, however, that was it; I was toast. I did end up having to cancel my evening out because I couldn’t stand up without falling over (and pleaded for a rain check, preferable for next Tuesday) but despite doing the lying in bed in a darkened room with all sound shut out thing that usually helps migraines, I couldn’t fall asleep. So I took more pain-relief tablets and actually kept them down this time (not that they helped much) and kind of wandered around the house squinting and wincing at sudden sharp sounds. I tried to read but I couldn’t follow the style of Larklight, so I stared at my bookcases for fifteen minutes before I remembered that Cymry had mentioned rereading Killashandra a while ago, so I found my copy of Crystal Singer and reread two hundred pages before finally passing out.

The boy slept in till 7:10 this morning, thank the gods. I am experiencing the typical post-migraine-day ache absolutely everywhere, but I can deal.

Now to rewrite and polish the evaluation draft I accomplished on Monday (along with reading the entire MS, and yes I am very proud of this), upload it, and be one whole day early on that deadline! And I’m going to invoice on Friday, too. Ha. It would be nice to see some income for the work I’ve done for someone over the past six weeks.