Thursday, April 24, 2008
Third day on the job
It went sort of like this: I wake up ungodly early to drive to my first photo shoot two hours away! Arrive, help with photo shoot. Fun, fun! Start getting sick. The mother of all migraines sets in and I'm escorted to Prompt Care. I sign up, but can't wait for the doctor, so I go sleep in the back of the car. Get woken up by a Madison co-worker saying something to the fact that I need to stay at the photo shoot. Go back to photo shoot. Photo people say I need to go home, silly me, I'm sick. Can't stay curled up in the back of the car forever, start to drive home. Get another call from Milwaukee co-worker. She tells me stop where ever I am, she's coming to rescue me (she's only a half hour away). I cry, amazed that anyone knew I was in such pain. My supervisor picks up Andrew at school and drives half-way to meet us. I transfer cars and I'm driven home.
If you've never had a migraine, I'm sure this story will sound ridiculous. If you have, you'll know how incredible it felt to know that I was rescued half-way to hell.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know why I didn't write yesterday! I wanted to post this beautiful image from IreneSuchocki, to show you there's great beauty in the fuzzy lines. Fuzzy lines are all you see with migraines.
I'm back to bed now. Sending love your way!