This last Sunday in May did not start out well. I woke in the middle of the night with a migraine. My head hurt. My back hurt. My stomach hurt. Luckily I fell back to sleep, but slept through my alarm. My mom called at 8:33 a.m. to say they were leaving for church, but we weren’t ready to go. I got up long enough to take excedrine and went back to bed. Still not seeing clearly. Light. Sound. Movement. They all make me sick. This is not the way I wanted to spend my day. So I’m keeping this post brief. And I’m glad to say I have been over a month migraine free. Wish I could have proclaimed longer.