Chronic Illness: Who Needs a Weather Report?

I have A LOT of new information that I have discovered and researched over the past few months that I DO at some point want to share, but that is not at all where my head is today. As a matter-of-fact, my head is pounding so hard that I have taken three Fioricet/Butalbutols, one pill that I found of a generic headache medicine, Ibuprofen and of course am sipping on my Dr. Pepper. My ears and jaw still hurt, and my head is still pounding, but my mother would say that I have already done a good job at killing my liver off with that group of meds. I have plans to take a bazillion Milk Thistle’s when I finish writing, that ought to help the liver. I do not do this kind of headache therapy every day or anything. It is just when these very bad ones come on. This morning I woke up to the pounding and even opening up my eyes was painful. That was when I realized that the rest of my body was paying for it as well, you guessed it FIBRO FLARE-UP! Awesome. Between the clocks going forward an hour (one less hour of sleep), Husband being out-of-town with Pickle Boy antler hunting and not due to be home anytime soon, I realized I was going to have to get the other three to church on my own. Yeeeaaaaa, that was not going to happen. I tried to get them to wake up for church, believing that I could somehow drive them over to church and drop them off, but I could barely hold up the wall as I walked from room to room. The girls were sound asleep. Try as might I to wake them, the sound of my own voice saying their names, even gently was going to make me pass out from the pain. I made my way back up three sets of stairs, thanked the wall for its support and laid my head back on my pillow. Oh how I love my pillow sometimes. Cool, snuggly head support. I am quite sure my head was going to fall off at any moment, or maybe explode from the pressure mounting its attack on my forehead. After awhile I could open my eyes again. The three munchkins were up and going, and I told them I wanted them to at least attend church today so that they could bring me back all that they had learned. I also was finally able to open the curtains to let in some light. The light was short-lived however and after returning home from dropping off the kids and falling into my comfy corner of our living room house I saw the culprit of my agony. Dark, grey clouds headed right for my home. My head is better than all the instruments at a weather station. I can actually predict based upon the pain in my head when a front is coming. It does not matter how beautiful and blue the sky might be in the hours before-I KNOW! My head and body can beat out a meteorologist EVERY SINGLE TIME! I have a whole entire body of sensitive instruments that can tell you if you should go camping, fishing, or just stay home with your Sherpa blanket and watch your favorite show. I know this post has too many commas, and possible has grammatical errors, but until this front moves along and takes the pressure out of my face this is the best that I have got. I know it is the Sabbath, a “day of rest” according to the Lord. I plan on using today for just that. If you feel it in your body, if you can barely move, if you see the grey clouds of darkness headed your way then perhaps you should too.