No. I don't have any ideas on how to DO that, but I sooo desire that someday it will happen.
Yesterday afternoon, with NO prior warning, I got sacked with a BAD BAD one.
Thankfully, I was able to sleep and woke up an hour and a half later without it. Or, without the worst of it.
It's still sort of 'over there', to the left of normal.
I didn't get it until I made it safely home from the nursing home, where I found my mom looking chipper and down right pretty! Her hair looked amazing, her skin was glowing and her nails were polished. I, on the other hand, looked like an absolute mess.
And, I ALMOST lost it again. Those hymns. Those hymns filled with such hope sung by so many who will live out the rest of their lives in a nursing home.., well.., it gets me every time.
Both crying and trying not to cry are two of my migraine triggers.
A new resident was sitting at the table with us. She is there for physical therapy as she learns to live without a recently amputated foot.
Let's end THAT forever, too.