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Where humour is often found in the mundane, where the trivial becomes of utmost importance, where, well...where I Live! Since becoming a Members of the groups below, I will use the daily prompt, as well as, well...sharing the sporadically mundane everyday, that I find carries just a Smidge of humor. ;)  
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| Begging for Death! I do not Often have migraines. The few times in my life that I have had them, I remember thinking....'Save me...I am Dying!' Looking back, after having Narrowly survived the last 36 hours of a Ravaging migraine, accompanied by just as many hours of violent vomiting...my previous migraines were nothing but tickles. It all began right after my husband and I were putting together a three person bunk-bed for our three grandkiddos. He was rather cantankerous throughout the whole project, causing me undue stress. I even told him so, in some rather colorful language at one point. I shared with him that he makes the whole project (most Any project), a trying experience, to say the least. After a full day, and Almost completing the project, we decided to take a walk around our property, after tempers had cooled. I had no sooner slipped on my rubber boots, as we had a wee bit of rain, and our property is known for becoming quite Squelchy, when I pulled my eyes up, and realized that I could not see correctly. I was squinting, but there was not a ray of sunshine anywhere to cause this. I felt a little dizzy and nauseous. I half-way joked with my husband that I was probably going to throw up in the yard somewhere. From the brisk pace at which he set off, he either did not take me seriously, or was quickly seeking to distance himself from the possible trajectory. Either way, I weakly called for him to slow down. We made it halfway around the perimeter of our yard, when I picked up the pace as best I could, heading straight for the house...as I did not have much time. I barely struggled out of my boots and made it to the toilet! The moment I was able to come up for air, my head Exploded with pain like I have never felt before. I was crying, pulling at my hair, pushing at my skull...and basically...Begging to die! For the next 36 hours, I could barely take a dozen steps from my bed to the toilet. A few times, I thought I needed to be rushed to the ER, but, well, my phone was not within the parameters of those dozen steps or so, nor could I have used it for help, were it so. That is how Utterly Sick I was. My husband asked me why I didn't call him from work, and I explained the above...once I found my way through that Hell. Footnote ~ My husband feels so Terribly Bad, thinking that the stress he caused me set the Migraine of all Migraines off...and it Nearly killed me! Whether he was the culprit or not, I will just let him believe that he May have been. Maybe this will turn out to be the catalyst to the change in his behavior?! Or...is that a terrible thing to do?? |
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