Mornings are always rough, but this morning I woke up with a full blown migraine.
As I sat here waiting for pills to enter my system I jokingly wrote this poem. My son said I should post it so here it is. My Ode to Pills
The morning is a total blure
My nose is running quick and sure
Muscles ach and kind of pull
Eyes are watering and brain is dull
Behind it all pain shots and stabs
In ever joint, muscle and my head
I don’t care what is in the labs
Its swelling that makes me run for bed
The pills are horrible and they make me sick
I hate them so
But they ease the pain so my routine I can stick
I love them so
For the pain they are the balm
That lets me get through the day somewhat calm
Thank you everyone for holding us all up through the bad times. Thank you for all the advice and comfort.