This warm weather makes me want to...puke!

The comments, oh the comments are driving me crazy. Maybe quite literally.

If I read one more time about how someone’s day was turned on its head because of the faaaaab-U-lesss weather, I will….I will. Well, I don’t know what I’ll do. But I can tell you what hearing about it did to me. It aggravated my head and my stomach. That’s what it did.

I tell you, I am green with envy. I want to BE you– outside playing catch with your son, riding bikes with your daughter or heck, even pulling weeds all by your lonesome.

Hearing about the 60-degree temperatures while I sit in misery inside on a January day that should be filled with snow or cold or darn it, even just a cool breeze makes the veins in my head throb just a little bit harder.

I swear I’m not a scrooge. I don’t want to rain on your parade. And I absolutely despise people who complain non-stop. But today – on this day, another day in a string of days that are ridiculously unseasonably warm and beautiful – I can’t help it. I’ve been on the verge of a temper tantrum and the buildup is just too much.

I. Am. About. To. Explode.

Because for me, it’s not just day four of gorgeousness. It was the fourth day of my suffering. Not in silence, as my poor husband can attest.

About 18 months ago, I suffered my first migraine headache. Lemme tell you. A headache is to a migraine as a paper cut on your finger is to a hand amputation.

Granted none of my migraines have been as bad as No. 1 – two days in bed, unable to speak the first six hours or look at light. Smells and sounds were magnified so intensely I wanted to puke. I couldn’t even drive my own children to school.

Yesterday on day three of this migraine, I wasn't sure what was worse – the throbbing pain over my eye or the nauseating feeling in my stomach. Or, the fact that I have to tell my children to keep their voices down and no, I can’t play basketball outside with you because I can’t even walk to the mailbox and please do not bicker with your brother this morning. OK, I say that every morning, but I beg on migraine mornings.

I am so thankful now that I have a medication that lessens the effects of these headaches. It worked pretty well on day one. But on day two, the migraine returned halfway through my Wal-mart shopping where I was stuck in the baking aisle with no medication -- not even ibuprofen, and by the time I got home to my prescription medication, it was too late.

The misery was barely bearable. And the heat on my neck and cold pack on my head weren’t helping any more than the pill was. Two hours later, my husband suggested a heavy duty sleeping pill. I didn’t need much convincing. It helped me sleep pretty well – save for a couple of flip-flops during which I noticed Dan was upright in bed with his Kindle in hand.

In the morning, the headache was still there – a little better – so I popped another pill as I discovered the poor love of my life hadn’t slept. It seems I was moaning and groaning in my sleep. Yes, migraines are that excruciating. Pray you never get one. If you can identify with me, I’m so very sorry. If you have them often, I don’t even have words, my dear, because I can’t think of many other conditions that would drive a person to insanity.

So, I dropped off the kids at school yesterday and arrived at work in a state of fogginess. The migraine was back. I took a second pill. And then I felt VERY ill. It seems an empty stomach is no place for this medication. Headache and nausea were better; queasiness and weakness had set in and I felt on the verge of vomit -- my least favorite place to exist. After a bit, I finally had enough energy to grab some change and head down the hallway. I wasn't sure if I would stop at the bathroom to puke or make it to the vending machine for some pretzels.

I managed to force down the whole bag of pretzels. It took an hour. And as the day slowly progressed, I finally felt relief. That night, we all four made it to the Globetrotters game. And I survived.

It's beautiful again today -- day four -- with more of this lovely upper 40s and lower 50s weather in mid-January in Illinois. If you haven't figured it out yet, my migraines seem to be directly related to temperature. Luckily I DO get to enjoy beautiful days. Because the blood vessels in my head seem to be reacting to the sudden upward surge in temperatures. Sometimes the pain lasts 24 hours, sometimes several days.

Today it's much better, so I'm hopping on my bicycle and going outside to FINALLY enjoy the unseasonable weather like a normal person! Take that, you stupid spring-like weather! Oh, and bring on the snow, please!