Adding to the medical issues I've mentioned before, I occasionally get migraines. I used to get them about every 8 weeks or so, not often enough for preventative medication, but enough to be pretty annoying. I never did figure out my triggers so there wasn't much I could do to prevent them. Regular massage helped, but I stopped going when I switched jobs and for whatever reason, the migraines reduced significantly. So my old job probably was a factor to some extent, but not the only trigger. They started before I was working there and haven't gone completely. Now it's months instead of weeks.
I get auras with my migraines. The aura is not painful, but it means I have what looks like shifting shards of broken glass blocking my vision prior to the migraine pain settling in. I actually went to the eye doctor before going to my family doctor. The aura gives you the heads up that things are going to hurt a lot soon, but I can't see so I'm not comfortable driving until the aura clears. Of course then I'm in pain so it's a bit of a lose-lose situation. I wanted to include a picture for this, but google image aura migraine isn't cutting it. Now mine seriously look like a kaleidoscope of broken glass with prisms of light, so picture more movement than just the flickering, but this guy nailed it. Mine rarely go to a full circle, usually being a growing crescent shape that slide to the side out of my field of vision.
Stress does seem to be a factor, and sometimes I think it is how my body says enough is enough, you need to rest. It's not to say every time I'm stretched thin or stressed out I get migraines, but it's certainly a factor when I do. Sometimes it seems to be the removal of stress. Like, post-wedding. I had 3 migraines over the course of my week long honeymoon. We were taking possession of our house two weeks after the wedding, so I picked a low key honeymoon. We rented a cottage near Haliburton for a week. No planes, no passports, no foreign currency, very few restaurants so I didn't have to stress about what allergens were in my food. Very low key. And I spent much of it sleeping off a migraine.
So Wednesday night, I was working on a wall sized mapping project that's driving me a little crazy. It needs to be done before year end to claim the revenue and technically, I should only be working on it on Mondays because it's an ad-hoc project, not my usual clients. At that rate it's going to be done in February so I'm working on it on my other client time and evenings when I can. Well, my body decided that I needed to stop this insanity and rest. So yesterday was a day of dim rooms, soft noises and very minimal screen time. We have very, very, few plans this weekend and I'm so thankful for that.
I did get to make some progress on the tea towels later in the day when I had better concentration. I have one set a little over half done and I'm pretty pleased. I didn't trust myself to cut/sew, but I ironed up the red tea towelling that was going to be two sets, but sadly it will not. There is a flaw and a few threads are pulling out in the middle about 50cm from the cut edge. Pout. So I'll get two good sized tea towels, but not 4. So I was off to Fabricland this afternoon to buy more (yay early close! oh wait, now I need to finish work at home... sigh). I bought blue edging so now the three sets are different colours (and still 50% off, so $5/m). Green for Mom, red for Scot (his wife loves red) and blue for Clone. I'll do something with the flawed fabric for myself. I don't care if I patch a hole, but I can't give that as a present. Oh and these green ones are not the same width. I bought this as a remnant and it was not cut straight. I really wanted to keep what width I could so one is wider than the other. Eh, Mom will understand.
Mr. Lina is well, worried about me. He wants to see me happy again. Poor guy only sees the crappy moods because I don't feel obligated to hide things from him. The good and bad of being in a relationship. Today he sent me an MLS listing for a house. He hasn't done that in a while. We talk about moving to a smaller community closer to his work, I lived out that way for my post-grad years. Likely something with a bit of property to it, room to store a small fishing boat, kids to play. After being in a semi with somewhat noisy neighbours and postage stamp yards, a little distance from the neighbours would be most welcome. It's dreaming, but dreams are a good thing, I find it frames up a conversation on where we want to go and what we want our life to look like. It feels good for him to send me the listing. And the amusing part to me is that I looked at the same listing about a month ago. It is a lovely house, problem is I'd need to quit my job to live there so you can see it's big domino to tip. Whattdaya think? Take a severe pay cut and work at Fabricland? My current workload is making that seem pretty attractive actually.