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migraine while traveling

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

What would a visit with my girlfriend be without an awful migraine for company. I woke up with one this morning, and couldn't shake it. After two clinics, I managed to see a doctor in a place in Brantford. Surprisingly, I was in and out with my prescription in fifteen minutes.

The headache was bad enough that I was having trouble seeing, and I'd been puking all night. So I was quite pleased to get a coctail of things to treat it and to get on with everything.

When I'd recovered, we hopped in the rental car and toodled down the Grand river as far as the far side of the Six Nations reserve in Niagara. Since we'd gone that far, I showed my girlfriend some of the places where I'd lived, starting with the farm in Beamsville and also stopping by my Grandparents' respective places. We picked up some wine in the ridiculous Yuppie hangout that they've made in Jordan Station (a Christmas store?!) and then headed back to Cambridge for some Greek food.

It's great just to get a chance to be a couple and to take it easy.