One foot in front of the other

The sharp pain woke me from a deep, confortable dream of fluffy clouds and rainbows.

The clock read 4 a.m.

It was cold.

The television still on, playing some informercial about fruit juicers.

I got up.

The throbbing pain was coming from the left side of my brain. The pain quickly attacked my forehead like a twister hitting a town without an invitation.

I couldn't keep my eyes open.

"This pain," I though. "Needs to go away."

Took some migraine meds and I went back to bed. "I still have a few hours before I have to get up," I though to myself.

But I couldn't sleep. My body aches for sleep, but my head is screaming otherwise.

Sleeping sitting up worked.

"Please God, let me sleep, let this pain go away."

I drifted into sleep.

By the time it was time to wake up, the sharp pain attacked with a vengeance.

I forced myself to get up, shower and get ready. Today I am off to training and I can't miss it.

But this pain.

 

These migraines don't come as much anymore. They have stayed for days at a time, but lately, they had left me. Or so I thought.

As I drove off to the training location, hunger called me out. While trying to rush out of the apartment and the pain still throbbing, eating was the last thing I wanted to do. But my stomach craved food. I was starving.

Once at the training, the bright lights. It was too much. I wanted to leave.

But some important stuff was being taught.

The pain lasted through lunch and thanks to my coteacher, who gave me some stronger meds than what I had, the pain began to disappear.

I skipped lunch and stayed inside the building while everyone went to eat.

And I studied.

I am determined to pass this test. Knowing that I passed the other one is comforting, but I signed up to teach high school and that's what I want to do.

For now the migraine is gone. I can relax, eat and study tonight. 

Tomorrow, it's back to work.