Atypical & Awesome “Flashing Lights and French Fries”
I have been in bed all day resting up after a “pretty rough” migraine last night. I get these things and sometimes with little warning. I have a cardio/neurological issue that sometimes feels like I’m playing Russian roulette when I overdo it. However, my body tells me real quick when to STOP. It had been a rough week at work. The week before Thanksgiving is the busiest and most chaotic of the year for me at work. Working in mental health around the holidays aint for the faint at heart. I was busy and had a lot of wonderful night events throughout the week. I even stayed home Friday night and worked on grad school work so I would be “off” Saturday. i literally stayed in my pjs until 4:30 pm and chilled while Phillip watched football.
We got dressed up and travelled to Headland to see our friends and one of our favorite tribute bands Midlife Crisis. I passed a flashing light on our way in. Uh oh. Once in, it started to get crowded- it’s okay- we at least had seats. Phillip got me a cute ginger ale complete with an umbrella straw- it’s gonna be ok. Until- more flashing lights. Not just the stage- literally in multiple places and the fan is turning. Phillip tries to get me to leave and I decline. He goes to the car and brings me back three pairs of sunglasses. I put on a pair a feel like Corey Hart wearing my sunglasses at night. Actually, I feel like a dweeb. In an effort to look cool, I left my purse at home. The one with my meds. Dammit. Phillip really tries to get me to leave- I continue to decline. Then, I see food. Salty french fries at the table next to us. Wait- there’s a food truck! While I know it won’t “solve” the issue- the salt could stabilize me until we get home. We bumble out to Buddy’s Buffet and Catering red truck of salvation. Please let them take credit cards as I am sans cash. They do! i order (actually Phillip ordered for me) a side of fries with rommalade sauce and a coke. But they can’t sell me a coke, I have to get it from the bar inside. No way are we fighting the crowd at the bar or chancing the flashing lights again for a can of coke. We decide to take the fries and hit a gas station on the way home. We go a few miles up the road and we find an open gas station, Phillip goes in and gets me a peach tea and some Advil. I psyche myself up telling myself it’s gonna be ok. But man, I was starting to get queasy. Uh oh. But we made it home and I took my “good” meds and went straight to bed- pj’s with a full face of makeup. I woke up this morning and took Ibuprofen and a hot shower. No more makeup but back in my pjs. If you suffer from migraines, I truly feel for you- I would not wish them on anyone. However, I do have to give some props:
Midlife Crisis was awesome as always and are some of the most gracious musicians I’ve met.
The flashing lights were no one’s fault- it adds to the aesthetic and I used to LOVE them but can’t handle them anymore
The fries from Buddy’s Food truck were fantastic
Keel and Co Distillery is a gorgeous venue and the food truck and outside fires (and heck, even the umbrella stars) were great touches
My husband is a saint. Really.
