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The dimmest of lights at the far end of eternity.......

The fifth day of Lent and it is the first day I haven't been crippled by blinding migraines. Yesterday's migraine was so bad that I wasn't sure what would happen first--- the splitting of my skull or the emptying of my belly.

The worst part of the ordeal, aside from the horrific migraines, was the pains didn't set in until several hours after I was up and about. I woke up fine, actually rested, then two hours later, out of the blue, my head would feel as if someone had planted a dull ax in the back of my brain-case.

It was discouraging, especially when I woke up feeling fine.

Today, I woke with no pain, as usual, and went to work. As the day passed, I kept expecting the migraine to settle in....but, it never did. I had a twinge at the base of my skull all day, the familiar twinge that has always been the preamble to my migraines, but the itching twinge was all I felt.

Maybe, (cross fingers, knock wood, toss salt and pray) just maybe, I have passed the worst of this Lenten torture. Maybe, just maybe, I have cleaned my system of the worst of my caffeine toxins....maybe, just maybe


Day 5:
cokes consumed: 0
sugars consumed: bread, apple

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  1. Glad you're feeling better! I wouldn't wish a migraine on my worst enemy. I don't know what I would do without my morning coffee.

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  2. Thanks! They really are a royal 'pain', lol.... I've never been a coffee-drinker, but, I never realized just how much caffeine I was taking in with my daily soda six-pack...or eight-pack, depending on the day :-)

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