Oh, how I dread winter.
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Yesterday, I went to the second of four drawing classes I'm scheduled to take. That morning, I woke up with a headache. Before long, I started seeing watery "lights," which I recognized as the onset of a migraine. It's been a long time since I'd had one of those. I took some Tylenol and followed up with a couple of aspirin a couple of hours later. They didn't really work.
The class started at 1 p.m. My heart wasn't in it. At 2:00, an hour before the class was to end, I packed up, came home, and stretched out on the couch with a blanket. Ten minutes later, my daughter-in-law came in to work on a t-shirt she wanted to make. My head was still pounding, and I wasn't much help. She finally gave up and went home, planning to come back today.
A month ago, I made a tincture for migraines, clematis virginiana soaked in pure grain alcohol. Last night, I decided to try it - just a few drops. It seemed to help.
I went to bed before 8 p.m., slept until 3:30 a.m. Finally got up around 4, ate some toast, opened a book, and read a few minutes before falling back to sleep in my recliner.
My eyeballs are sore today, and I still have a mild headache. A few minutes ago, I tried a few more drops of the tincture. It's supposed to be better at forestalling a migraine than at treating a full-on headache already in progress. It's very SPICY - not sure whether the heat comes from the clematis or the PGA - but the burn only lasts a few seconds.
I don't have a plan for today. Not in the mood to tackle a big project. Maybe I'll just be quiet and read.
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