I’m on Day Four of a really awful horrible headache. It’s rare for me to get a headache, I don’t really know how to cope with them. Fortunately for me, I have a Mimi.
Somehow, my little girl can tell when it’s really hurting bad. She brings me Tylenol and ice water to wash it down with. I tell her that I don’t really need ice in my water but she very patiently informs me that the ice will help numb the throbbing in my head. Hmmmm, I hadn’t ever thought of it that way.
Then, my bossy little girl tells me that I need to go lay down. When I pout and tell her that I don’t want to lay down, she insists. Somehow, I find myself lying on the couch, with my head in her lap. She very soothingly smoothes back the hair on my head. Slowly, the throbbing subsides and I can breath easy for a while.
It was something that Mimi said that made me realize that the pain in my head was related to the throbbing in my jaw. The jaw pain had to be related to the tooth that the dentist discovered a crack in last week. We were going to wait and see if the nerve would heal itself. How could I forget about that?
Hopefully after my root canal first thing tomorrow morning, this headache will go away. Until then, I’m doubly glad I have a Mimi
Edit to add:
An Honorable Mention for my dearest sweetest husband. Not only did he also bring me water and Tylenol, he brought me a sandwich!
I looked at his, then I looked at mine and I nearly choked up. He had cut my sandwich in half just the way I like it.
Me: Oh…you remembered to cut my sandwich…thank you so much.
Him: Uh…your welcome! But…um…I didn’t heat it up for you. (He knows that I really love my sandwiches to be hot with the cheese melted).
Me: That’s OK. You made me a sandwich and you cut it in half. It’s perfect!
Him: Yeah…but I didn’t spread the mustard
Me: rolling eyes…why can’t you ever just stop with “Your welcome”???
I’m pretty sure it has something to do with being raised as an Irish Catholic. Anyway, he still gets an Honorable Mention.