You don't know what you're missing

if you've never had a migraine, and so I'll tell you.

Poor Zak is upstairs in a dark room with a cold washcloth, wearing a path from the waterbed to the toilet to barf. He called from play practice after school practically in tears and said "Mom, please come get me, please." He then barfed most of the way home. Excedrin came back up, so we tried some HeadOn (apply directly to the forehead). Poor kid. No idea what brought it on, but the noise of buzzsaws during set-building made it much worse pretty fast.

He says this one isn't as bad as the last one, which lasted three days, and here's hoping he's right.


ETA: 4 hrs later and he's ready to crawl out of the darkness and eat saltines.
I'm waiting up to see how Mike's last football game went.