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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

In Honour Of

Today, I found out some terribly sad news. A good friend's mother passed away yesterday. I had never met Mrs. Crouse, but I had always heard great stories. She was an amazing woman and I know she will be sorely missed.

I can only imagine what it feels like to lose your mother. I know the grief of losing a father, but that is a totally different relationship/dynamic.

A dozen times today, I have started to think of what I would do if my mother died. Every time, my mind shies away from it.

My mom is not just my mother, the woman who gave me life. My mom is also my best friend. It wasn't always so - when I was a kid, and particularly when I was a teen, she was not my friend - she was my parent - and that's as it should be. But now that we are both older, she really is one of my best friends.

So today, in honour of Myrna Crouse, I want to hear, or rather read, the love. I want you, the readers, to leave a comment about your own mother. Something that you love about your mother, something she does or did, a story, something, anything positive. I can't wait to see what great mothers everyone has!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Migraines Will Be The Death Of Me

I remember my very first migraine. I can remember the awful, throbbing pain; the nausea; the sensitivity to light. I was about 11 years old. I remember my father putting me to bed, clong the curtains and blinds, and putting ice packs on head. I remember crying because the pain was soooo bad.

There was a time for about 10 years when a week wouldn't go by without that head splitting pain. Lately they've been less frequent. But when they hit, I'm down for the count.

A doozie came on Monday afternoon while I was visiting Jacker Cracker's mom in the hospital. By the time I got home, I wanted to cry, but I knew that would only make it worse. I sat in a chair while the kids ate their snack ... with a large ice pack on my head, waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. I swear, I almost had frost bite from the ice pack, but there was no way I was taking it off! By supper time, the worst of it had faded, but there was a tiny kernel in my right temple. Even with that kernel, I knew I could still make it to aquacise.

Then I got an e-mail from one of my kids moms stating that she might have to take medical leave, therefore her child's last day would be a week and a half away - no one month's notice, nothing. The headache came wooshing back. I spent the rest of the night in pain, worrying about finances. Great. I think I have a plan now, though, so hopefully it won't be a problem to worry about any longer. And I didn't even consider aquacise.

Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night with slight throbbing in my temple, but managed to go back to sleep. This morning, I was still a little hung over from the pain and there's still a kernel there that could explode but hopefully it won't happen. I guess I will have to wait til this evening to see it worsens at all. Crossing my fingers that it won't. And I have ibuprofen and ice packs at the ready just in case.