Dear Lord, I just want to sleep

 It happens every summer. The spike in humidity, the weatherman being incorrect and headaches. Not the usual headache, give me some Tylenol. The someone stuck a screwdriver in the side of my head kind of headache.

 I woke up 4:09am , tossed, turned it seems like hours ago I looked at the clock and it was 3:30 am. I rolled over and over and got up, my morning routine was simple, let the dogs out, wash up , get dressed and leave.
When I looked in the mirror I cringed.. My eye was bloody...crap.Bloody eyes do not happen  much usually in the summer when the air pressure from the humidity is just right. Its been going on for years. I remember several summers ago I had a migraine every day for three months. Nothing medically was wrong with me, and everything the doctor subscribed didn't work.

 The only thing that helps is being cool, and sleep. I went on to work, came home got in bed and slept.
I slept for a few hours, rolled over, tossed, turned, tossed turned looked at the clock and tossed some more. I couldn't get comfortable my head felt like it was in a vice with a dull screwdriver sticking out the side.Dear Lord, I just want to sleep.

 I woke up tired, head pounding and tried to lay still. I peeked out of the corner of my eye and the dog was staring at me wagging her tail. Its over now. I have to get up. I could easily lay here but the fear of the dog peeing on my couch was all I needed to drag myself down the hallway.

 As soon as I hit the humidity outside my head starting pounding again and I started to get dizzy. The dogs were just sitting on the sidewalk. I told them to go potty but they just looked and me and sat there. I even walked down the steps into the grass and tried to get them to follow. I gave up I'm sweating, dizzy and my head hurts. I went inside and called my boss and got back in bed feeling guilty that I am missing a day of work.

 I tossed a bit and fell back to sleep...I was almost at the point where the bed is fluffy and cool and you sink in the covers and melt away. I heard the cat sneeze multiple times and felt something wet hit my face. Dam it it. I jumped up scared the cat who woke the dogs and went to the bathroom to wipe cat snot off my face and my hair. Gross. I grabbed some clean pillowcases and stepped on a sharp dog bone. Hopping back to the bed, the snotty cat who was  now throwing  up on my leg and my rug....nice...Dear Sweet Lord, I just want to sleep.

 I clean up, throw the rugs in the washer with bleach and head back to my fluffy bed. I almost said fuck it and went on to work but knew that my mood would get me in trouble. It wouldn't take much for me to snap.

 I turned the fan on high crawled under the covers and slept. Thank you Lord.

I woke to the sound of the doorbell ringing and someone banging on my door, crap where is my bathrobe?
The dogs are barking like crazy which made my headache spring back should I grab the pistol? As bad as my head hurt a knife wound or a gun shot would to my left temple would  probably be relief.

 I saw Donna at the door trying to unlock the dead bolt. I said what is wrong? Sarah was at the river and my heart sank thinking something happened to her. Donna said "I can't get the key out of the door its stuck." Again I said what is wrong? She repeated the key was stuck in the lock. I asked her again "What is wrong?, why are you here?". She told me that Sarah called and was scared because she found out that I was not at work. Relief....I grabbed my key and unlocked the door. Her key was still stuck in the door so I went to find a pair of pliers and some WD 40. Now my head feels like a beach ball, hangovers never hurt this bad. The only bathrobe I could find was my flannel one and I'm sweating profusely which isn't helping the pain.

 I made Donna come in and sit down and catch her breath. I told her I had a migraine and didn't go to work. She proceeded to tell me that my eye was bloody which I already knew, the dogs are still barking and I'm sweating looking for a pair of pliers. I walked her outside and her scooter wouldn't start. I asked her if she charged it the last time she rode it and she said no. I offered to drive her home but she said she would walk.

 I got the key out of the door and plugged the scooter in to charge. She took the key ring with her. Its a pig key ring a pink plastic thing. Oink Oink, its not cute its a pig.  Note to self,  get a different key ring other than a pig...sticks and stones can hurt sometimes....

 Dear Lord, I just want to sleep, but first I want to lay in an ice bath until my feet are blue.  I let the dogs out again and got back in bed until it started storming........Sweet mother of God please let me sleep....
I guess I was lucky the branches that fell from the pine tree missed my car by about 6 inches.

 I heard Sarah get home, the dogs are barking and running up and down the hall, jumping on my bed telling me what I already knew.

note: this is where it ends I am alive so I guess I survived the migraine, Donna's scooter made it home. and life went on