Yesterday was Not Great. While talking to my boss about my Hopes and Dreams for my team, I got so overwhelmed and stressed that I started crying. Way to be professional, self. Thankfully my boss not only understood, but reassured me that she's also a stress crier.
AND THEN A VISIT FROM THE MIGRAINE DEMON. A really bad one. I took an interrupt med and flopped on the couch with Miss Erzabet No Biting, napped off and on, and none of that did a damn thing. The Stroppy One suggested that I just go to bed; take all my bedtime meds plus extra whatever that would help the migraine, and fall asleep early. I was asleep by 11pm, which is unheard of for me.
I don't have a migraine today, yay! But I do have a migraine hangover, ugh. Plus today is therapy + psych appointments, which, good, but I also know I'll cry during at least therapy, and possibly while talking to my psych about meds and what my general level of anxiety is. (Hint: not good.)
So. Ugh. I hope all of you are doing better than me.
AND THEN A VISIT FROM THE MIGRAINE DEMON. A really bad one. I took an interrupt med and flopped on the couch with Miss Erzabet No Biting, napped off and on, and none of that did a damn thing. The Stroppy One suggested that I just go to bed; take all my bedtime meds plus extra whatever that would help the migraine, and fall asleep early. I was asleep by 11pm, which is unheard of for me.
I don't have a migraine today, yay! But I do have a migraine hangover, ugh. Plus today is therapy + psych appointments, which, good, but I also know I'll cry during at least therapy, and possibly while talking to my psych about meds and what my general level of anxiety is. (Hint: not good.)
So. Ugh. I hope all of you are doing better than me.