Went to bed last night with a bit of a headache (nothing too odd...I usually get one like it, well, once a month).

Woke up at 3:00a.m. with a raging migraine. And I do mean raging. It was so awful, I couldn't go back to sleep and couldn't find a position that wasn't excruciating. About 4:15a.m., I got up and took 2 migraine formula tablets. No good. Got up and got the ice pack to see if putting it on the back of my neck might help (sometimes it does). This time, it seemed like it made it worse, so I was up again putting the ice pack back in the freezer and taking a third tablet.

Finally, a little after 5:20, I had beat back the migraine to just being a major headache. Of course, I haven't slept since a little after 3a.m., and the meds have my limbs feeling pretty rubbery.

And the poor furkids were wondering what the heck was going on. Billie was all excited that I was up around 4:30a.m., as that's when she usually is up and going (but she never bugs me to feed her that early...she's an angel about that!). And Simon didn't know if he should harass me for brekkies, or just quietly snuggle until it got closer to the usual breakfast time. Thankfully, he chose snuggling. :-)

So, I'm now left with trying to tip-toe the line between being medicated enough, yet not too limp, to go to my statistics class tonight.