Migraines are a bummer

I have been doing pretty well the past few weeks with my migraines, I don't know if it is the exercise or the lack of stress or both.  But just now, getting ready for bed the world went sideways and all the lovely aura stuff started that signals a WHOPPER of a migraine.  Yay me.

Come to think of it, I did drink a bunch of red wine last night with my friend who was visiting from out of town, I am surprised it took this long to hit me.

I, am seriously a dork sometimes.  Self induced pain.  I guess I will take this head of mine to bed and hope when I wake up to run at 5 am I am feeling human again. 

*le sigh*

It's three nineteen am and I am awake.

Sometimes I wonder if this is just a part of getting older.  Most times I just think it's because my body hurts and sleep eludes me when my body hurts.  10 novocaine shots will do that to a jaw.  Funny, she can't get me numb and then after she finally does it feels like I have gone 12 rounds with Sugar Ray Leonard for about a week afterward. 

I wish I had known that my body was going to revolt in my 40's, I would have enjoyed my 20's and 30's oh so much more.  I would have been more adventurous and less fearful.  I would have gone skydiving and bungee jumping.  I would have skiied more and worried less.  I would have run.  I would have played.  I would have lived. 

I feel like I say "ow" too much when in truth I say it only about 1/10th of the time that I really feel pain.  If I told my husband how often this broken body of mine really feels like just taking a breather I think he would just call the nursing home now.  I refuse to give in to it.

Except at three nineteen am.  Then I just get angry.  I would like to at least sleep.  I don't think that is asking too much.