Thursday, June 21, 2012

Migraine + Pilates = puke

I learned a very important lesson yesterday evening.
It's quite simple, too.

Migraine + Pilates = puke

or rather

Migraine + Pilates + Heat + Humidity = puke

I have been having headaches a lot lately, I blame allergies.
or the heat
or the humidity
or the fact that the day of the week ended in "y".

Whatever the reason, headaches and I have been bff's lately much to my chagrin.

So, yesterday.
Headache as usual.
Did all of my usual "Please, dear Lord, make this headache go away" routine to no avail.
Oh well, I'm sure it will eventually go away on it's own.
Ha ha ha, you can join me in laughter, because, seriously dear little naive woman, when does that ever happen?
Oh yeah, pretty much never.

So, my friend, Clara, and I make it to Pilates.
All is going well, but somewhere in the middle of the class my headache decided to freak out to epic proportions.
Okay, I just have to make it to the end of class, get the kiddos and head home. K can get the kids to bed and I can get to bed. Piece o' cake. I can totally handle this.
Oh, dear little naive woman, your head had other ideas.

We gather our kiddos and head outside.
I'm feeling okay, at first.
Out of nowhere though, my head starts to freak out.
I started thinking, oh my goodness, I think I'm going to puke.
At that exact moment Abby decided to be a punk and run out into the road.
Nice timing Babs.
I manage to grab her two seconds before a car comes by, minor {okay, MAJOR} freak out.
By then though, my head feels like a train is driving through it.

Did I mention that our gym was hosting a swim meet so we had to walk about a block and a half to the car?
or not

I managed to get the kids to the car when the puke feeling starts to really kick in, like it's actually going to happen.
Oh no, I hate puking. Please. No. Puke.
Of course, right at that moment Abby decides to be a super punk and flip out about getting into her car seat.
Great timing kid.

I get her buckled {finally!} get in the car, get it started.
Oh no oh no oh no oh no.
Yep, it happened, again and again and again and again.

I started to feel better.
Well enough to manage the drive home.

Adison called K to tell him what happened so he was looking for us.

He came out to get the kiddos while I made a mad dash for our bed and promptly crashed.
The whole ordeal finally catching up with me.
The chills/hot flashes that I get with a migraine.
The post puking shakes.
The whole nine yards.

Praise the Lord for the clear head so I was able to get my precious cargo home.

Important lesson learned here folks.

Migraine + Pilates = puke

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  1. Oh my. I can't imagine how much that must hurt. Hope you're feeling better today.