Normally I’d be all about it being Monday night — after all, once you clear the hurdle of the Monday 9-5 grind, it all gets better from there — but I woke up this morning with a huuuuuuuuuuge migraine. Like, we’re talking icepick-to-my-skull territory. ‘Twas bad, people.
I wound up staying home from work in an effort to soothe the Trotsky headache (history geek moment: Leon Trotsky, Joseph Stalin’s rival, was killed by an icepick to the head — so I’ve started referring to my migraines as Trotsky headaches). Happily, it seems to have worked: after spending all day with this beast, the headache is mostly gone now, and I suspect I’ll be in good condition tomorrow.
That means my Marvelous in My Monday contribution consists of two things: rest and the headache trifecta cure (Tylenol, some coffee, and a couple of ice packs). It ain’t fancy, but these things are what made my day bearable!
Truth be told, I’m not all that surprised that I wound up feeling so punky this morning: the weekend was uber-busy, and it involved lots of time spent cleaning the old apartment (which, for the record, is definitely not fun), shuttling stuff back and forth between the old place and our happy new home, and more errands than we normally cram into a month. So, I’m not horribly surprised that my brain decided to ambush me with a Trotsky headache of epic proportions.
After spending today on the couch with the ice packs and painkiller, I’m hopeful that I’ll be back in the gym tomorrow morning with the remainder of last week’s rom-com.
Tonight, however, Imma do some yoga before turning early in hopes that I’ll be able to give the ol’ bod the rest it needs. I’ll be back tomorrow with a much more lively post, I promise! 🙂