Sunday

I'm slowly moving around today at the tail-end of a 48 hour humdinger migraine. And I mean humdinger, the kind of humdinger that leaves you a ball under the blankets, unable to move or eat. The choice between eyes open or closed, standing or sitting, between dehydration or nausea is all so equally painful and unappealing,you curl-up in darkness, suspended, waiting for it to pass. This was a long one. Today will be another day at home, I'm thankfully vertical again, even if my head feels like a ton of cotton wool on top of a land mine and my spine aches. I daren't even photograph outside today. Oliver Sacks describes migraines as nerve storms and it does feel like that. Emerging after the storm, I'm glad to have gotten through it, all that's left now is to re-build. Today I'll get some laundry done, catch-up on the dishes. Make some simple and soothing broth. The vacuuming can wait until later.