I'm {not} as tough as I think...

I'm a tough girl, sure.  We all are, right?  In our own little way...

Sometimes I'm not as tough as I think and it's about time I said that out loud.  So there... I've said it.

I woke up this morning with yet another fucking migraine.  Forgive the language but I'm so over these things!  They just piss me off.  I'm so helpless when they hit and that is not something I like to feel, obviously.  I felt it while I was laying there and my alarm was going off.  My head was sensitive.  FUCK.

I continue to get ready anyways, not knowing what stage this migraine was at... not knowing if the blindness had come and gone or if it was going to happen at all.  Not knowing if it was going to last all day or if it was almost gone already.  I call my carpool and tell them I'm driving myself this day, just to be safe.  Get in my car and drive to work, practically in tears the whole time.
Just about 3 minutes before I get to work I start to lose vision... neat.

I get into work, try (and I use that word extremely loosely) to do some things - 110% useless.  The office had been cleaned last night and the smells were making me feel like I was going to be sick.  I made about 7 trips into the bathroom at work in the hour and 40 minutes I was there... some to cry, some to try and vomit... some to just sit in the dark.

Now, here I sit, after 6pm, still with full blow migraine.  Cool, huh?

It's completely frustrating.  It's so fucking stupid.  I hate my head.  I can try to muscle through them... but who am I kidding; they have complete control over me.  I'm nothing with a migraine.  ugh.  Yet another chapter...

So... please, go ahead, insert cyber hug here.