Well, I still have a headache. It is April 6th and I have a hard time remembering what it's like to wake up feeling good. I saw the doctor and after a lot of tests and talking, he determined that I have a headache caused by stress. I have too much adrenaline in my system. My eyes are dilated all the time. When the lights were off and he shined a little flashlight in my eyes, my pupils only contracted a tiny bit. (It's symmetrical, so that's good, otherwise I would have a serious problem.) My heart rate was 98 beats per minute and my blood pressure was high. He says I need to deal with whatever is stressing me out and take any unnecessary stress out of my life. Things like dieting, pressure to exercise every day, making sure the house is spotless, hair and makeup looks perfect 24/7 (yeah right), and things like that. Obviously I still need to take care of my home and family, but if we have waffles for dinner (from a mix) instead of beef stroganoff with homemade noodles, we will survive. In the meantime, he gave me a prescription pain killer to deal with life until I'm calmed down a little.
I got a massage. I have been to the acupuncturist... twice. I have done breathing exercises. I have put more responsibilities on my husband. I have eaten more chocolate. None of it seems to be helping.
In the next 2 weeks I have 2 birthdays to plan, a baptism, company coming into town, Easter, Ben's gone for a week, and I haven't done anything for it yet. I think some of my stress stems from this. So, while I'm at the beach this weekend, I'm going to get some planning done. Maybe that will help.
For now, I almost wish that I looked as miserable as I feel. If my head LOOKED like it's about to explode, maybe people would be nicer to me. Maybe they wouldn't be all judgy and mean. Maybe I could park in the handicapped parking spaces. Maybe people wouldn't think I was faking it/exaggerating/making excuses and they would just help me or get out of my way.