Sometimes, when things are going fairly well, and the headache seems manageable, I slip slide into my old busy-ness. It seems so right.
This morning, I was weaving on my new purple towel warp, in waffle weave. I was zipping right along, having found my groove.
I felt good, really good. In fact, at one point, I thought about how "minimal" my headache was, and almost gave a "hallelujah".
It would have been premature.
For sure.
Unfortunately, this pattern work keeps my head down, watching what I am doing. No mindless throwing of the shuttle, glancing down only occasionally. Nope, I was intent.
And after a while, too long I fear, "me NECK" just suddenly went as stiff as cement, and the pain was immediate.
Within 5 minutes, my headache was full tilt, and nauseating.
I only tried to avoid the inevitable for about 10 minutes or so......and then I came home.
I know the drill.
Roy was waiting for me. He immediately gets under my arm on the couch, and sits with his face leaning on mine. And no matter how many times I tell him not to lick my face, he still occasionally tries to.
Then he yawns that exaggerated yawn, that is both primordial and expressive. I have yet to figure out what it is he is thinking.
Hot tea, heated Rice Pack on back of neck, Motrin, laying back with eyes closed, contemplating the situation.
Little voice says: "This is a revolting turn of events."
Which makes me smile.
What??? you don't have a little voice?
I don't believe you. It's that one that Eckhart tells us not to listen to.
You know the one.
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