Migraine.

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Migraine and doorbell.  I thought.  I blinked a couple of times to see if I was really awake.  I generally don't feel pain, physical pain, when asleep.  Not from dreams.  Pain might creep in from flesh, but not the other way around.  The pain from the migraine wasn't environmental.  It didn't steal into my consciousness as the heat of the sun steals around a curtain, or through a facing wall.  No, this was raw pain.  So I was definitely awake.  I showered yesterday, I believe?  The day before at least though, to be sure.  However, I was in bed, so not sure I wanted to face some company.  Who was it, is what my next move would be based upon.  No vehicle(s).  A bike in the drive.  I was somewhat expecting that, in the back of my mind.  The young man was here to mow.

In that case, I decided to answer the door.  Had to move quickly, he'd been there for a bit.  But didn't want to look too much like a bum, and had to put at least pjs on.  Always sleep with a t-shirt.  Meh, not worried about brushing hair.  He's a guy, doesn't matter.  I mean, up to a point.  Men are generally more forgiving about gruff look.  Most men know it, and understand it.  Often even when rather young.  Plus, with no interest, just doesn't matter.  The one caveat is those men stuck on short (or long) hair, who have an adverse reaction to the other, opposite, types.  "Splitter!"  Since I am a known quantity, with regards to that, again, a null point.

So, I hop out, put on pjs and a robe, and answer.  Yep, mowing, good.  Okies.  Back door will be unlocked if you need to use the restroom, want water or some of that juice mix.  Here are the glasses, there is ice, if I happen to not actually be awake.  Lock on the way out, if you remember.  I think I said something like that.  Did I mention, my head was pounding.  On top of it, it feels like a spike was driven... not sure which direction but... from the back right of my neck up through my left forehead, then I was karate chopped by a good karate chopper on the right side of my neck, about four inches above where the spike seemed to have been driven in.  Delicious.  Back to bed.

I tried to go back to sleep, but that just was not going to happen.  I rolled, tossed, turned, fussed with Sam, who thought I had become a huge mouse, so that I would get up and feed her I think, or let her out, or both.  Women never can make up their minds.  What do you want?  "Yes, and NOW!"  Right, okay, shut up.  She isn't going to be fed for several hours, and I only happened to let her out because I was checking something, making sure I had unlocked the door.

I've been up for just a bit now.  Made a pot of coffee, waiting on it.  The pain is slowly bubbling away.  I need to get more air into the room.  I've got a window cracked, and the fan going, but that doesn't seem to be enough.  When I open the door in the "morning", it feels like I'm leaving a sauna room.  Moist and hot, and it is a relatively big bedroom, and with a fan going.  I don't get it.  Been like that for two weeks, since it started warming up.  I think that might have something to do with the headaches lately.

Hmm... today?  No clue.  Not going to look until I can get this pain enough gone to think.  Might take a slug of anacin.  Don't think this is leaving as easily or quickly as it usually has been these last few days.  I'll... get some coffee and painkiller down, then... if I can... consider the question.  Bleh.