There was no blog yesterday because my psychedelic migraine mushroomed into pain akin to someone thrusting an iron fire poker straight through my temples. Combine that with hours of heaving, and worse, and you get the picture.

It was over 20 years ago that I was that sick, when I was expecting DTD. I know this because up to last night I can't ever remember going to bed without flossing my teeth, except for the one time. Here's to hoping I go another 20 years, heck, let's shoot for 30, before such a thing strikes again. If I can last 30 years, an incident like this will kill me, at 80 years old, plain and simple. Not a good way to go. It nearly killed me last night. I had to call in the guard, DTD herself. She suggested maybe I was being a tad dramatic. But, oh, no, my dramatics were appropriate. Then she suggested I get an MRI. Well. That ain't a ever gonna happen. Because you know KEM, the Klaustrophobik.

Robby was terribly sweet. I got up in the middle of the night to come wash my nose, if all else fails, I can't afford a sinus infection. And Robby, the night prowler, came right over and curled up on my feet. Animals know. How can they not, all the racket I kicked up. And dear little Jazzi Girl was happy to see me this afternoon when I arose.

Anyone out there have any good ideas or medications that might stave off migraines?

A friend posted this quote on Facebook, I love it:

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication ~ Leonardo Da Vinci

That, my friends, just may be my ticket to my final destination.

Cheers,
KEM