Many of you know that the past six weeks have been stunningly tough for me because of the "cluster migraines" that have plagued me since my shoulder surgery. I've felt "off" for weeks at a time, with my head buzzing, warning me that the slightest provocation will send me into a migraine.
I don't know where it's all heading, as the tests are still underway. For the first time in my life, I've been forced to take the concept of "rest" seriously. I hate resting - but I now have good motivation because it helps keep the migraine monster away. For now, I feel as if I'm heading in a good direction but I still have the sensation that I am teetering on the edge, not sure what will happen next.
I'm living by the mantra "one day at a time". If I wake up feeling okay, I hop out of bed so that Shyla and I can enjoy the sunrise light. I don't try to project into the future. Rather, I live with whatever today gives me.
I felt good this morning so Shyla and I were out for sunrise. We stopped to enjoy the ethereal glow as the world woke up.