It was great until….*Updated*
My Mikey, I love you
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Mikey has a migraine. I’ve known this for days on end, already. I can’t do anything about it, and I’m tired of letting Louis come out and feel guilty, as if WE somehow put the ache in Mikey’s head, which, obviously, we did not.
I don’t know why the sudden change in attitude and such. While we were with Mama and the kids, we talked, laughed, and had fun, despite the headache. The minute we stepped through the door to our house, it all changed, and I would goddamned sure like to know WHY!
Of course, if I ASK him why right now, I’m liable to get my head bitten off, so I’m not asking him shit right now.
What the fuck did I do? Why stop talking to ME? Is it because I can’t magically produce our Medicaid cards and drive you to the hospital? Is that what it is? Well, honey, if that’s it, where’s YOUR share of the blame? You don’t have the cards or a car, either, after all.
I’m not a goddamned perpetrator here, and I do not appreciate being treated as if I were. The result? I am not speaking unless it’s a fucking matter of life or death. There will be no phone calls. No knock on the door will be answered. If he wants to isolate me, I’m taking him with me, goddamnit.
I wish I could pull some fucking Stadol out of my ass and give him a big shot of it. I can’t. I CANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN’T.
So fucking THERE!
I love you, Mikey. I wish I understood why I get blamed for your migraines, and for not being able to get them treated. Give me something to work with and I’ll show you just how much I can do.
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As it happens, dear readers, Piers decided to alleviate his part of the problem by riding our bicycle (Nanny bought us one to replace the recently stolen one) to Connie’s house. It is quite some little journey, but he made it there just fine.
The trouble lay in the return route. Not even one third of the way home, we noticed that we were in serious trouble. The body is still aching with that oxygen-deprived feeling, as I write this. Classically, this is referred to as over-extending oneself. Never fear. Obviously, Momma is out now, dear ones. I had to come forth and remind the body to draw upon the cistern of energy, as I call it. Burn fat instead of taking from organs and such. It seems to get us through.
For a little over half the ride, I was in command, and the ride went far more smoothly. I suppose my children were not meant for physical endurance. I know no other way.
So we are home. Exhausted, hungry, and over-extended, but home, safely.
Love to all,
Thelma Louise
p.s. for David…..Micheal is sitting in the dark, watching a movie. Perhaps he read your notes. I intend to eat, when I gain a bit more strength, and retire for the night.
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When I was really little I used to have migraines like that. They would be so bad that I couldn’t move my head without throwing up. He’s not mad at you, that’s for sure, he’s just frustrated with the pain, and you just happen to be the closest person that he can take it out on. For some reason, when people hurt, they automaticall(and unconciously) try to hurt those around them.
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Damn it, I just realized that I had signed on as John. Oops. Oh well. Anyways, I can give you at least a few ideas to help Mikey out. First, no lights. Just let him sleep, watch TV whatever, in as much dark as possible. Second, when John gets a headache, he takes just plain old Advil BUT he takes it with something with caffeine. Try that, it really does work. Either that or Excedrine…
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that’s the same thing pretty much. If it hurts in one spot, put an ice pack there (or frozen broccoli, that works too!) He’s probably not talking to you just because any sound will hurt, and there’s nothing louder then your own voice echoing in your head. Lots of hugs and kisses to you and Mikey!!! david.
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you know my problem with headaches.
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Well it’s a shame you’re feeling blamed but it’s prob cuz Mickey is just in so much pain that you’re the unfortunate one who has to bear the burden of his anger. I once tore a strip off my mom and she never got mad, she just took it, when i apologized for losing my temper she said “No problem, i knew you weren’t mad at me, you just needed to yell and i was the only person you saw.” 🙂
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Why would someone steal a bike? They must want to get around. Hope Mikey gets to feeling better.
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