I felt the tingles last night and I knew that the sleeping beast was slumbering no longer. Like a stealthy and sneaky paparazzi, I could feel him lingering on my peripheral and trying to push himself upon my vision, my life. But I ignored him, the Migraine that lingered.
I banished him with a pain pill and closed my eyes by 10pm in hopes of a bright and cheerful morning. Instead I found myself lying awake at 4am with my head in the grips of a tug of war between the pain and the nausea.
It got the best of me.
I called in sick to work and wallowed in the blackness of my life for the majority of the day.
Until I decided to get up to get some food.
And then I locked myself out of my bedroom.
Yes, that's right.
I'm that good.
I can be miserable to the point that I'm sure no more misery exists and then I put a flimsy-yet-oddly-impervious door between me and my sanctuary.
A tiny screwdriver, a kitchen knife and enough curse words to damn us all to hell, and I was back in bed.
I'm doing better now, my head is starting to look more Holly-shaped again and my bedroom door is not fully pulled close so no danger of a repeat lockout.
And I managed to wrap and put another one of Harry's presents under the tree last night. that makes, er, uh, five for him and - zero for me.
I think Santa finally figured out that my inclusion on the "nice" list was an oopsie!
I better at least get coal! And fruitcake!