I’ve had just about enough of this!
Lurking…waiting to pounce when I least need one (which makes me wonder should one ever need one) is a Menacing Migraine. In a way, I wish it would just lay me flat out and be done, but no, it won’t. It just swirls in the background on the left side of my head.
Friday I felt a bit “off” at work — it was a treat day for a departing employee — so lessee, there was veggie pizza, my bosses’ almond cake, a brownie… thought it might be the onset of a garden-variety headache, so I took a couple tylenol, which helped a bit.
Then by evening Menacing Migraine was turning up the volume, and since I didn’t want to toss and turn all night long, I hit the Exederin bottle. While that helped to push the migraine into the background, almost immediately I started to get the “facial swelling” that is warned about on the label. Didn’t used to get that until lately. Having done a bit of experimenting with Advil and Exederin, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am most likely having problems with aspirin.
That stinks. Menacing Migraine laughs at tylenol and the only other OTC that I know of that works — gives me a fat forehead. <insert longsuffering sigh>
So my next line of defense to ward off its nefarious intentions is a concerted effort to ignore it.
So this morning I am blogging…yes, and whining a bit, but also trying to work those efforts into a legitimate post. Stay with me here.
To continue –
Saturday: still a bit off — but I went out to weed the north flower bed. I tell you, I had my doubts that the flowers there would ever amount to much, but this spring it looks like it’s finally coming together.
The grape hyacinths are up amongst the violets and my lone goat’s beard is leafing out nicely. I all but lost my beedham’s white lamium three years ago, but from the tiniest little bit left has come a small patch determined to make a go of it. That area has taken off so well, that it was overrunning a struggling japanese painted fern, so I dug the poor chap up and moved him closer to his brothers.
The sorbet peony is about two feet high and has a couple buds on it — not so sure that the buds are healthy though. The heuchera has put out new purple leaves to take the place of those that were frozen a few weeks ago. The peach blossom astilbe that I moved seem to like their new digs, even the one I gave up as lost has put out new leaves. And by the looks of it, the bells of scotland will be ringing brightly in their new location.
The grocery store in town just put out their annuals, so DH and I went there later in the morning. He stayed in the car whilst I walked up and down the outdoor aisles with my cardboard box –why is it always a Corona beer box? — making selections for two planters and a hanging basket.
I came away with a pink geranium, some dianthus, a purple snapdragon, yellow pansy (for you, Grandma PoPo 
) dusty miller and a blue daisy-like flower. I was really excited to find a chartruse and a purple sweet potato vine! I’ve wanted those ever since I saw Aunt M’s last year.
Once home, DH sat in a lawn chair and I tore open the 40 lb bag of potting soil and had at it. He said it felt good to be outside — and gardener that he is — he gave me advice on how to have at it… Between the two of us, the three planters were planted and positioned in their places on the front porch.
Later in the afternoon, I mowed the lawn — will need to rake it today, because we don’t have a haybaler — and then went to the restaurant for supper.
This morning, it’ll be church, then lunch, then the Chicago Bulls vs Miami — you think I’ll have enough distraction to keep Menacing Migraine away?
I hope so.
