Day 3. I’ve become accustomed to trying to get through my days with a migraine. It sucks. My job as a childcare provider doesn’t come with a volume button, or a silent switch. (Of course they can’t help it) They just seem to be louder on those days.
I just wish I could figure out the trigger(s). The only one I know of for sure is stress. But that’s not gonna just disappear. They come out of nowhere and then everyone suffers. My kids help out where they can, but they can’t do it all. My house is a disaster, and I’m walking around with pain strips and ice bags on my head. I’m sure I look crazy(er) but I really don’t care.
So for those who suffer with them as well, I’m praying for you. I’m praying they stop. I’m praying you have an army of support during those times. If not-I’ll be your army in prayer. Just tell me when you need it.
On that note, please keep me in yours. God Bless.
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