So I’m writing this from my bed as I feel completely sorry for myself and unapologetically have Joe running around after me – I’m ill.
Saying that, I’ve still somehow managed to be semi-productive. Not at work, God no, I haven’t been able to concentrate (thanks migraine) and not even the healing powers of chicken soup from a tin could help me.
Last weekend, I took Joe out to a nearby lake armed with my camera and taught him how to use it, preparing him to be my photographer in Paris. Not bad for a first timer eh? We also made a KILLER lemon drizzle cake with a recipe from the gorgeous LexiLife and damn I was proud of myself.
It’s been a whirlwind week of trains and looking at Autotrader in the desperate bid to find me another car and I think it’s all gotten on top of me. I used to suffer from regular migraines but now I think they’re just stress induced, so bang, Monday night I was hit with a lovely one. See, I have medication for them, but it makes me really really sick, so it’s a bit of a rock and a hard place situation. In fact, the migraines themselves are also a rock-hard place thing, because I kind of bring them on myself.
Almost three years ago I decided to go on the contraceptive pill, at the time I was having regular migraines about a month apart. My doctor asked me about them and decided I wasn’t suitable for the combined pill as it would increase my chances of having a stroke and gave me the mini-pill instead. Alas, I had some pretty terrible side effects from the mini-pill anyway. The migraines stopped, miracle of miracles, but my cycle went HAYWIRE. Constant bleeding that after two years became too painful to bear. So I went back to the doctors and the nurse suggested I gave the combined pill a go – just to see what happens. So, almost a year on, I have normal periods (hallelujah) but suffer the occasional migraine and have a slightly raised chance of having a stroke. I’ve gotta go one way or another though, right?
Other than that really cheerful story, there’s not much else. I’ve even felt too weak to do yoga, which is a bit annoying because I’d been so consistent with it and it was the last week of my 6 week programme, but you’ve gotta look after yourself!
I’m so bad at admitting I’m ill. I’ve taken a day off work, but I’ve still been determined to take photos, clean my room and carry on as normal, until I realise I’ve stood up and moved a couple of metres and now I’m out of breath. I am the picture of health.