It Feels So Good to Feel So Good...

It started with an upset stomach.  Then an ache around the base of my skull spread like a tight ribbon encircling the back of my head and meeting at the top of my head, pounding out the tune of my heartbeat.  Soon my forehead and temples joined the onslaught, and before I knew it, I was vomiting.  Heaving, actually.  Saw the yummy salmon from the night before, the red tomato from my fresh salad, and a whole slew of morsels now not so appetizing in this form.  I continued to throw up for the entire night, next morning, and then once that was gone, my body refused to relax.

Alarms were going off all over me, as my every muscle was sure it had been pummeled by a baseball bat, and why wasn't I doing anything about it?  Every single day, I'd wake up and the same migraine, and neck ache, and upset tummy.  It went on and on.  That was a solid week ago This morning, I woke up, and I still could not move my neck.  Doc says she thinks I must have torn the muscles at the base of my neck during my trip to the dark side.   Muscles take a long time to heal, and I have a life I need to tend to.  I should not have been driving today, but I had to work--or try to work, so I did.  Shame on me, I know.  Aaron, our mailman, and my good friend, said, "You ain't never gone get them muscles healed if you don't be givin your body some time to rest."  I was reminded of his words over and over again throughout the day, as I 

glanced down at the coaster my water bottle stood on--it was a present he brought me back from the Bahamas.  No matter how down I am, I can still see the good in most moments.  But did I rest?  No.  I answered the phone and helped a customer.  Then my friend, Eileen, called. We were going to meet for a birthday dinner tonight, but I just couldn't see being able to sit without being in pain.  She suggested IBUPROFIN.  I have never been one to medicate, and was trying Tylenol but to no avail.   A week of intense pain is a long time, and she assured me it is great for muscles.  We rarely get sick, so I never learned this tid bit of golden help.  Eileen, from the bottom of my heart--THANK YOU!!!!!  I still have a bit of the remnants of pain above my right eye, and I still cannot turn my head all the way either way, but the ability to swallow, to see, and to breathe without feeling my own heartbeat pound in my temples is back!  I can touch my neck without it feeling bruised too.   I was able to take an afternoon nap, and turn my body (albeit cautiously) and sink into the bed however I wanted to.  I passed out and woke up feeling free.  What a difference!  It feels so good to feel so good!