I’ve always loved to go to psychics. Sometimes what they say is very helpful and sometimes it’s not that revolutionary.
I woke up with a massive migraine. I slept horribly and I felt nauseous and light headed. I had made this appointment with a psychic based on a really great Groupon. I probably should have known better. She was actually very good. She nailed all my past issues, written on a piece of paper before I got there even.
She just had nothing useful (that I didn’t already know or was working on; except to recommend some books and) just that I need to focus more on myself. She said that I may consider that perhaps I am in a relationship that doesn’t align with what I need in my life and that my living situation was going to improve for the better with a move possibly in order.
I was in the middle of a full blown pain cycle so I don’t recall anything else. I was in so much pain I even considered going to the ER when I left her house. But knowing the only drug I would want them to give me would be a very small dose of morphine and the chances of that are probably bad, so it wasn’t worth the effort or time or money to even try.
Instead I came home and forced myself to sleep and woke up at a level 3 instead of deathcon. I’m going to try some food, a sinus rinse, an enema and some pot and if all those fail then an orgasm to get it down to zero because an uncontrolled migraine tends to escalate back up given very little time. At least for me they do.
I should try and rest. Obviously my body is telling me it’s overloaded with stress and I should listen. But the house is a mess and I set aside today to clean and organize and while yes, it will be there tomorrow and the next day to be handled just as well and today is the only day off I’ve had all week. I should rest. But I’m so tired of looking at this messy house. I guess the migraine will dictate. This may just be a stay in pajamas and hang out with the kids day after all.
Wishing you a happy Sunday. 💋