Two things wrong with my title I suppose – I’ve not really been struck down and I’m probably not still classed as ‘in the prime of my youth’. However I was very poorly last night.
It started on the way home, a slight achy head thing, I tried to put it to the back of my mind, I had plans. Me and the Boyf were going to do some quality hanging out, a bit of drinking, a bit of smooching (and maybe more) in advance of his going away for the weekend.
In preparation for the night ahead I popped home to shower, straighten my hair and generally pretty myself up. Having done all that I ventured down the road toward the designated meeting point (the pub). Around halfway there I started to feel a lot worse and attempted to text the Boyf to let him know I would meet him at his house so that I could have a wee sit down before we went out. Unfortunately I was having trouble viewing the screen on the phone – a sure sign of worse things to come…
By the time I reached the Boyf’s door I could barely see, although I could see enough to see he was looking very handsome himself, such a waste! Within 10 minutes of arrival the two of us had worked tiogtehr to pack me off to bed in his darkened bedroom. Bless his cotton socks – he removed my big old boots for me, fetched me water and a bucket then kissed my forehead before leaving me, as requested, to lie very still for an extended period of time.
I awoke this morning with the groggy remnants of the debilitating migraine of the night before, fetched the Boyf from the sofa where he had kindly spent the night and spent an hour soothing him through the stuffiness of hayfever. The two of us were in a somewhat sorry state and now won’t see eachother till Sunday, which is not such a bad thing except for the fact that my migraine cheated us out of what had promised to a be a lovely evening together.
On the up side I only have a bad migraine like that about once every two years – so that’s that done for the next couple of years.
