It’s 5:30 a.m. the morning after Spring Forward.
I can’t sleep.
Tomorrow morning I take my fuzzy pillow and my comfort quilt and I board a plane for the Michigan Headache and Neurological Institute in Ann Arbor.
I don’t know how long I will be there, if they can do anything, what the prognosis is.
All the anxiety I have been staving off with everything I could possibly find just hit me right now, in the 5:30 am quiet of the house.
I somehow can’t believe my headaches have gotten so bad I am going into a special hospital for them, but here I am.
If you have spare prayers, please throw a little my way. I am casting about in a tiny boat on a huge angry ocean. This is the last big try, if it doesn’t work, there isn’t any other plan.
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Sending many prayers and hugs Misty. We will text and face time and have virtual coffee. When you get home we will have real coffee or tea or just snuggle. <3
I know it’s scary. This is the best plan, with the best care options. All of the unknown aspects of it are frightening, but you will go and see what happens. Know that I’m thinking of you and cheering for you all of the time. Good thing my hair is curly – all of my everything is crossed for you, including all of my hair.
I love you heaps and bunches.