I woke up with a migraine at 3 AM. I crawled out of bed, disentangling from Torbie cat, and took two Excedrin, washed down with half a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew.
I've battled it all day.
I am happy, every day I have done my God Time, worked, and taken my meds; in spite of these awful headaches.
It's Day 4.
We went to work, I stocked a little. I'm out of (sour gummy) worms. I need more chips, too. We took the money out of the machines and I counted it, then we went to the bank.
While at work, I called Yellow cab twice, until I got ahold of someone in management. I got permission to mail the box, which they will forward to the injured driver. Good. He even double checked the address.
After the bank, we went to the mall, and I told Ron "There isn't a thing here, I'd buy." No modest clothing (and I'm not a prude), I'm not into jewelry, and I get my vitamins from Swanson. I did get a hamburger from the food court.
We came home and I made up my care package:
2 devotionals I felt led to donate
The Bible I marked up after Ron's accident, lots of encouraging passages - also strongly led to donate. I never use it anyway.
Snacks.
A letter explaining why I did this
Etc.
I taped up the box, loaded it, and taped it shut after double-checking. I made sure I had the address, etc., and put it in a tote bag.
We went to Taco Bell and I walked over to the Post Office. I had treats for the Postal Workers. I like feeding Postal Workers, even if they aren't "mine". [grin]
"Mine" will be processing it, probably right now, anyway.
It's off in the mail, I went to the taco truck and got some takeout.
The food is delicious but it's a very long wait. We had the time, so I waited. Ron inhaled his tacos. I saved my food for later.
Strong flavors and scents don't work very well with a migraine. We had to wait about an hour for a pickup.
I figure lots of people go on "mission trips" with hours of travel time. This was my mission trip.
We had a good ride home. The headache's intermittent. I will be eating some cheesecake soon and taking my meds.
God knows I have to do that.
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