One of my co-workers really brightened my day last week with these:
I don't know (for sure) who sent them, but I have my suspicions. She wouldn't admit it, though. I think not knowing as a certainty is part of why it really cheered up the bad week I was having.
I take a migraine preventative medication, and I ran out about ten days ago. I'm had a headache every day since. It feels like my head is in a vise. Nauseated. Exhausted. Yep, it's just a party over here! I have migraine medicine, but I only take it once or twice a year, and when I do, I have to lie down for at least half an hour. It makes me feel worse at first, then all the pain subsides, usually within an hour. I haven't been taking it, even though I feel like it, because I'd rather prevent them than treat them. I finally get to see the doctor this afternoon.
Today, her topic is...
I've been asked to write letters to my younger self before, but it brings up a lot of feelings and memories I don't care to talk about or especially relive. What I would say to myself is this:
|This is me at 8 years old. I couldn't find a picture of 10 year old me.|
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