Aftermath

My head feels strangely hollow today. I’m guessing it’s a bit of a hangover from yesterday’s mystery migraine. It actually feels like someone has drilled a hole through the middle of my skull and has sucked the innards out with a straw, then replaced the contents with some icy water. It’s a very odd sensation.

Philippa thinks it might all be diet related. She said she’s been looking it all up, and that most migraines are set off by something like coffee, or fruit juice, or spicy foods or chocolate. I said she should have re-worded it and said “coffee, citrus, curry and cocoa” as that would be nicely alliterative and therefore easier to remember. She said I should take these things seriously rather than risk my health, and I said she should get a hobby so she wasn’t wasting an afternoon researching stuff that wasn’t needed. Then we went our separate ways for a while, then I came to work, and we’ve texted each other and agreed it would be best not to discuss it further.

In other news, the contents of Mathew’s nappy this morning resembled a collection of melted frogs innards and smelt like a decaying walrus kidney. Every day as a parent is an adventure for the senses.

RC 22-3-19