I, like so many other people, get migraines. When I was younger it was maybe one or two a year. Now, I think it’s on about a monthly basis.

Probably stress. *Picture me nonchalantly studying my nails here.*

So, I’m just coming off of day two, which is way better than day one. And you know what? The damn world isn’t stopping for me.

And I really need it to. Because all this computer time, and noisy high schoolers, and screaming toddler is not helping the ache in my head. (Of course, I realize I’m typing my blogpost on a computer, I never pretend to be that smart.)

The worst thing is, that this migraine has knocked me back about five steps in terms of eating habits and moving.

Last night, I came home, did homework, went to bed at 8. Tonight, I came home, working on homework, eating shit food, drinking soda because hopefully the caffeine will make the pounding stop, going to bed by 9 at the latest.

I hate that this happens. I hate that I let it.

Not the migraine, that’s unavoidable to a point. But that I let it affect my life so much. That I don’t take good enough care of myself to realize it’s coming and get ahead of it. That I’m currently eating a candy bar while sitting on my kitchen floor surrounded by grad school books.

Adulthood, it’s the shits man.