My daughter had a high fever last night. I rocked her, bathed her, gave her water and children’s Tylenol, cuddled her, and sang to her until her fever broke at about 3:00 AM. Then I went to bed.
This morning I woke up with a headache that progressed to migraine status as the day went on. The auras, nausea, wishing-that-I-had-an-ice-pick-so-I-could-jam-it-into-my-eyes, the whole deal. I am now drugged to the teeth and life isn’t quite as bad.
So although I hate it when my writing schedule gets thrown off, today was a gentle day of lying around the house and watching Lady and the Tramp. Here’s to hoping it all returns to normal tomorrow.