The Migraine Rules

I awoke this morning with a migraine and aching hips.  These are clear indications that a front is coming through, but that knowledge doesn't make the pain go away.

I was going to write about my difficulty in standing up for myself, being assertive with people I don't know well.  I'm not sure why it hadn't dawned on me sooner that I'm fearless in confrontations at work or when I need to protect someone I love.  I have endless amounts of courage when I need to protect animals or I wouldn't have braved The Pimp, The Meth-head and Lillian in order to rescue some puppies.  For me?  Not so much.  I have to practice and hope that my tendency to lapse into enthusiastic politeness won't overcome me when I'm face to face with a situation in which I need to take care of myself.

That's it, though.  No more about that.  The migraine rules and it declared that I don't have the intellectual or emotional stamina to rummage through that enormous pile of problems.  The more critical issue:  My mp3 player died.    At least it made it through my last M.D. Anderson marathon.

Nonetheless.  What a cruel universe to leave me songless.

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