Jewells of Thought

Wow the last twenty-four hours were not as I had expected them to be at all. I was awakened after my alarm was snoozed at least once I think. I was given five minutes to get ready if I was to leave with my parents.

Odd cause if I last remembered I could have sworn I told Mom I was staying home to do some things. Somehow she conned me and forced me to get ready ridiculously fast. When I got to the car where I was the last one in my coat was not on and I had a bag but I was carrying everything in my arms just to get into the car already started and warming up.

Dad and Mom have commented before that this Clinic can either be really quick or really slow and it’s mostly really slow. Monday we found out fairly quickly it was in fact the later again. The whole time spent in that lobby was 2 hours. Yes I did bring a book and my laptop like before. I was almost finished with my one article of the day which wasn’t apparent at that time. My blog page froze and I couldn’t get anything more done for some specific reason on that one page. So to bypass my uttermost frustration I moved to something else I pulled another page up and looked up Henry Wadsworth Longfellow a topic of interest from Thursday that will be in some future articles very soon. It brought life to one of the poems he wrote that I have personally sung and performed with the piano.

For some unfathomable reason that page came up and didn’t freeze at all. So I was a bit irritated, but I couldn’t let it depress me. So I then turned off my laptop and switched it to my book I am currently reading of Sarah Sundin. Another future article I am certain she is one of my favorites and is the single author I do believe that got me out of my funk after my Uncle Mike died. I have tried to keep up with all of her series and so far so good save for one book in her newest series.

Then we ate at one of our favorite finds in all of Bloomington. Actually Aunt Rita brought this place to our attention several years ago when her twin sister Aunt Rhonda had surgery. A bunch of us took off and had lunch there and we really liked it. Since then I have fallen completely in love with their Gyro Platters. They have one of the best sandwiches and I love how they pickle their Kalamata olives. It’s called the Cozy Table.

Then by the time we got home I started feeling carsick. Usually it’s always on the Bloomington road, but not after being on that road normally while being on that curvy and windy road. Before I got too comfortable I was again summoned to head to Sullivan. This is where I am not sure where it first began but by this time the temperature had gotten down to the 20’s. I tend to get migraines when the temp gets down to lower than low digits it was 27 and by the time we headed back home it registered as 22.

Still I thought I could pull through. Take some pills and be fine. It drug out though and then somewhere between 8 to 10 pm the migraine went full-fledged. By 9:15 nothing was left in my stomach… period. There was stuff left in my throat though it was hard to swallow. I tried going to sleep but at 3 something I just got up and remembered something I heard. Pickles are good to clear out the acid in your throat so I tried a pickle spear. You know what it worked I wish I had tried a second, but I was afraid to do too much after what I had endured earlier. My throat felt so much better when I woke up this morning. Still I think it would have gotten a little more acid out if I had tried one more… but who knows now!

Maybe if I had just stayed in bed that morning I wouldn’t be considering the question of one more pickle!