...but I think I have finally defeated the migraine that had kept me company since last Friday morning. I've had a few twinges in the last 24 hours, but nothing like the constant hot-nail-in-the-side-of-the-head that had me feeling spacy, grumpy and super-duper gay (okay, that might not have been the migraine) for more than five days.
I guess I shouldn't brag--I did nothing that drove the headache away. Apparently it finally wearied of me and moved on to torture some other poor fool.
Nothing I tried seemed to have any effect.
I took over-the-counter painkillers. Nada.
I took my migraine medicine. Worse than nada--chest pain, dizziness, and a flushed face. Usually at least one of the three prescriptions I have does the trick, but not this time. Grrrrr.
At least this wasn't like the migraines I used to get in junior high and high school. They were truly incapacitating. Once the initial partial blindness and subsequent puking stopped, I'd be in bed for days of noggin-throbbing misery. That really sucked.
So, I'm more or less back to normal, though I still feel somewhat fragile and diminished at the present time. Like Superman recovering from kryptonite exposure, something like that.
Now, if today were only Friday. I'm really ready for the weekend.
PS. Sure, there's not Laundry Fairy to help me out around the house, but there's a freakin' Migraine Fairy? Hardly seems fair.