Recently, the lights at work were changed to LED hi-efficency light bulbs. This is relevant because I have a headache for a week and it came to a head yesterday. I ended up throwing up at work and being sent home. I hid in bed in the dark, and Chris came home from lunch to find me in bed with a pillow over my head. I was hoping to block out all sound and light. It did the trick. I slept in the dark until near the end of his work day. He woke me to feed me, and then I was back to bed. I had hoped it had gone away for today, but it hadn't, and I went to work again, in pain. Someone else called in sick for the same reason and I had to stay. But Craig told everyone to leave me alone in my office (the lights haven't been changed in there) and to minimize their pages for me as much as possible. It was greatly appreciated. By about three the migraine (might as well call a spade a spade) finally started to let up and now I'm just exhausted. I have dark circles under my eyes and I look even more pale than usual.
Chris picked me up from work, put me to bed, made me dinner, and I'm back in bed again, just relaxing. Every time he looks over at me, he's got a worried expression on his face. I'm hopefully on the upswing. The throwing up part worried him most I think. And the fact that yesterday he tried to cheer me up (wasn't in a bad mood, but it's hard to tell when you feel like a bag of shit) and got almost no reaction probably spiked his concern even more. I used to get migraines once a month, and now it's rare. But it still worries him when it happens. I wish I could tale ibuprofen; this wouldn't have even been a thing if I could. I would have nipped it in the bud the first day. Stupid autoimmune disease spreading its inconvenience all over the place.