We Interrupt this Lovely Summer Weekend

Today was Day Three of The Headache That Wouldn't Die.

It started on Friday. I hesitated to call it a true migraine because it didn't initially have the hallmarks, but eventually the typical symptoms reared their ugly heads... and set up camp in mine.

Not that it matters WHAT I called it. Because I can't take anything I'd normally take for even a run-of-the-mill headache, let alone a migraine.

In fact, my go-to cure is on the Don't Take This No Matter What list. And the one thing I am allowed to take - Tylenol - had been, as always, a complete joke.

(Pause for colorful language)

So this morning, as the pain continued to increase and another bout of vomiting was imminent and I was finally starting to cry from the unrelenting pain I had a brief flash of hope.

There was something I vaguely remembered my midwife telling me - some crazy pregnancy-safe antidote for migraines. I remember thinking it sounded silly at the time, but desperate times and all.

I dug through my medicine bin (where I had at some point, in a flash of brilliance, stored the pregnancy medicine handout) and found the magic formula I was looking for.

- Tylenol (aka acetominophen)
- Chlortrimeton (aka chlorpheniramine)
- Coke Classic (do not subsititute, according to the doctor)

Even more amazing - I actually had a bottle of chlorpheniramine on hand. (The other two were a given.)

So I took it. Not expecting anything more than maybe some caffeine jitters from the pop. But folks, it freaking worked.

In fact, in spite of 3 days of cowering under a pillow and ice packs plastered all over my head I felt so much like my old self after only half an hour I actively considered getting my ass out for a bike ride... until I realized it 95 degrees outside. Not so good for me or the baby.

But at least there's a few good hours left in the weekend. Maybe when the sun starts to set it'll drop below 90 and I can get in a nice walk...