So, I had either two migraines on Monday, or one really bad one. Even those magic pills didn't help. I took one very early on Monday morning, but the migraine just laughed at it and persevered.
Patricia was still not feeling well, so I took her to the local walk-in clinic, and then to Costco to get a prescription. After that, I drove her home and went to work, arriving around 11:30. Worked through lunch. The migraine, which had been at a dull ache, intensified throughout the day. By times, it was at a piercing level, nearly making me cry out. This never happens. Never.
I managed to drive home. Rested before dinner. Ate something. Returned some emails. And returned to sleepy time, not really getting up again until 5:30 Tuesday morning. The headache was finally gone.
Patricia returned to work today, but was sent home again this afternoon, so I left work for the day at 2, got a few victuals, and then drove her home. I have spent part of the evening working on my next Frank cold case article, and will finish it Wednesday evening. It will not be nearly as long as the one in the current issue, so you can either be sad about it, or grateful. Your choice.
Patricia has gone to bed already. A little while ago I heard her coughing up a lung. What disease will I catch, next?
Let's find out.
See you tomorrow.