My Migraine Battle: On The Forefront

Bad Omens

My favorite animal is the elephant. This animal is one of the few animals who display the quality of compassion. They have long memories and honor their ancestors by returning time and again to the place of their death and inspecting their old bones. They fondle the bones, almost as if they were comforted that they were with them, and with obvious love. The mothers are very good and take wonderful care of their own children. If a mother in the herd dies, then another mother from that herd will immediately adopt her baby and will take care of it as if it was her own. They're quite extraordinary animals.

Because I love the elephant so much, my dream last night shocked me the more. I dreamed that a herd of elephants was stampeding over my head. I woke up with a start and tried to go back to sleep, but had the same nightmare over and over. I was awakened by a high pain level at 2:30am. I should have known. I took 2 dilauded and tried to go back to sleep.

It didn't help that after I got up for the medicine, my new kitten (about 3 months old, now), woke up and saw me. After that, she wanted me to get up and play with her, so she kept scratching at the door. I'm trying to get her used to staying in the living room with the other kitties while I sleep in the bedroom. She was getting to active in bed, so I know it's time for her to be out on her own. This is her first week. It's just like taking a baby off the bottle, folks. lol

So, I got up and squirted her, in a daze, with the watter bottle. She stopped scratching. But, the damage was already done. My other kitty, Grace, decided that she wanted me to get up and play with them, too. So, now she's scratching at the door. I got up to squirt her. You know what's funny about this? She ran away from the door and was laying down on the kitchen floor, trying to act innocent, by the time I got to the door, leaving the baby kitten, Keiko, standing at the door. Isn't that just like an older "sister"? When I was a kid, my brothers and I used to talk our youngest brother into going to ask my mom for something, because we knew she'd probably let us do whatever it was, if he asked. At least, that was our theory. lol

So, I went back to bed in a stupor and fell asleep. Of course, Grace came back and scratched at the door. This really pissed Stu off, so he ran around the living room, chasing her with the spray bottle, thinking a good dousing would calm her down. But, Grace is very stubborn and of course, that didn't disuade her. A couple hours later she did it again and this time, my husband was really angry. I could hear him chasing her and cussing, "Damn cats!". The last straw, for me, was when he chased her right into our bedroom where she decided to hide under my side of the bed. So, he's squatting down next to me, swearing, squirting and trying to catch her to put her out of the room.

I said, "Alright! I'm taking over from here. Go back to bed, Stu!". I was really irritated at this point. I'm in pain, trying to sleep with a migraine, doped up until I could barely see, my kitty is being very naughty (and unlike the baby, she knows better), and there's a madman chasing the cats around the house and under my bed. So, Stu went back to bed and I went out and calmly opened a can of soft food for the cats which got them busy with a quiet activity, eating. And, I went back to sleep on the couch. Now, let me ask you something. Why can I think of doing that, in a drugged up stupor, but a 47 year old, sane (?) man, not think of it? Is it a woman thing? Oy vey! Sometimes, I think it's probably good that he didn't have a baby.

Half an hour later, my daughter woke up and my husband came out of the room for breakfast, because he couldn't go back to sleep, and it was time for "Grand Central" to open. I am barely holding my sanity by this point and my eyes need toothpicks to stay open. Stu is pouting and fussing. Olivia is moving as slow as molasses in January and needs to put a hustle on, so she can leave for school on time. And, here I am, trying to keep her going, because Stu's already mad and I knew that he'd just get pissy with her for moving slow. I don't like Olivia to start her day off with getting balled out at home. It makes for a bad day. But, motivating her in the morning is an accomplishment worthy of a medal and I commend my husband for doing it every morning, without me.

Obviously, this was not a very good start to my day and here I am, still with a pain level of 7, contemplating whether or not to take more dilauded or fioricet or if I should just divorce my family and get custody of the cats, (kidding), nauseaus as all get out, wanting it to all just go away.

Do you think that having a dream about Elephants squashing your head could be a bad omen? It certainly isn't very auspicious, is it? Oh, hep meh, hep meh Jesus! as my mama used to say.

posted by Jessica @ 12:36 PM