It's 12 AM and I know where my migraine is.
Ron is in the kitchen, drinking. I can't sleep. Baby Girl is begging for treats, so Torbie will most likely be exiting my bed shortly.
And tomorrow, today, rather, is going to be a really busy day. I need to be at the top of my game, not prostrate and moaning.
The excedrin helps but it did wake me up.
Hopefully I can get back to sleep for a couple of hours.
My migraines seem to be strongly genetic. I am very glad I never had kids, to pass this down.
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