How Sugar Saved Me
Tuesday was gorgeous.
Or so I was told.
I spent the entire day either on the couch, or in bed.
I had a headache.
I remember once upon a time I used to think people who were incapacitated by headaches were the biggest wimps on the planet. I have had headaches all my life, and growing up, they never stopped me. I still went to school though I could barely move my head. I would still go dancing though every spin would hike the throbbing to a new level. I would still go out and do things with blinding headaches. I wasn't a wimp. No one would ever call me that, I vowed.
Over the years I have learned something about myself. I am completely an extrovert. I thrive on the company of others. That is not to say I can't be content on my own, but even when sick, I would rather be with people than in my bed on my own. I used to follow my mom around the house complaining because she was somebody, and I didn't want to be alone. That was boring. And when sick, or when one has a blinding headache, reading is not often comforting. I just love to be with people. Case in point: even when I had a fever of 105.8, I very nearly went to the movies with my best friend. The frigid inner cold I was feeling (you know, when you are so hot you feel so cold) is all that kept me from venturing outside. We ended up sitting by the oven (which was baking a lovely Christmas breakfast), me buried in several blankets, him sweating and trying to scoot far away from the heat while still offering the moral support I needed.
So, pain or no pain, if I can be with people, I swallow that discomfort and go play.
Or did, rather. Once upon a time.
Now, I would rather lay in bed and occasionally see my family when I feel like that than be out in the hustle and bustle of life.
I think my old self just died a little at those words.
I feel like a traitor.
Monday night I went to bed hurting. I figured I just needed sleep. That is usually the best way for me to clear up a headache. However, waking up several times in the night due to the pain, and waking up in the morning not being able to move my head does not bode well.
I finally managed to crawl out of bed and up the stairs. I made the kids some breakfast, and promptly ran outside and left some nice stomach acid on the flowers.
Only once before have I had pain so intense I felt like vomiting. That was during the labor of Faye. Only I didn't throw up then.
Tuesday, on the other hand, I did.
From the pain.
Eventually, I managed to keep down 1000 mg of Tylenol, though.
But it did nothing.
Didn't even touch the pain.
I hate pain meds. They never work for me.
And my poor kids. All day, I laid on the couch, trying to make the pain go away. All day they played around me. A few times they asked if they could go outside. I wanted to say yes. But I couldn't muster the strength to clean up a yard full of winter filled dog landmines.
Finally, around 2:00 I got them to bed, and rejoiced in a little peace for myself.
Around 4:00, I decided I needed to eat something. I found a small piece of candy.
I looked at it for a bit, and then decided to just suck on it....
....and my headache went away.
Next time I get a headache, someone please remind me that sugar is the best (and only) medicine.