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February 21, 2005

The Big Picture

Today I had to drive to Charleston for a meeting for work. I was already dreading it because they were requiring us to be there from 7:45-5:00. They obviously don't understand that that's usually what time I get up in the morning.

When I woke up this morning, I woke up with a minor headache. I've been getting these small headaches for about 2 weeks now. I thought it was from getting over a head cold, so I just tried to ignore them. You will learn that I do not like to take drugs or go to the doctor. I'm a little stubborn- um, ok, so I'm a lot stubborn...get off my ass! :-) the time I got to the office in Charleston, my headache started to get worse. Finally, it was hurting to turn my head, fully open my biggy, it only hurts when I breath. I started to feel nautious and dizzy, when Napster tells me it sounds like I had a mirgraine. Napster and Morrigan have been around for a lot of my first seafood, my first big car accident, my first trip to Sephora and many other things, and now Napster is diagnosing my first migraine!

So I'm pissed, not because I have a migraine, but because it is so debilitating that I could not enjoy getting to stay right on the water tonight. Then I'm talking to Morrigan and give her my symptoms (because she is my Googling, MD) and she decides to find out what will ease my pain by calling Bou. Bou's cure - EXCEDRIN MIGRAINE and MOUNTAIN DEW. I knew I better listen to my Blogmother!! I went and picked some up, went back to my hotel room, took Bou's mystic cure and layed down in my quiet, dark room.

Then I hear a knocking on my door. What the f***! Who doesn't know how to read the damn room numbers I go to answer the door and there is a housekeeper there and she says she's there to turn down the bed. I tell her no thank you and she hands me a piece of paper and two bottles of water and tells me to have a wonderful evening.

Okay, so I feel a little bad, but I'm sure she's gotten worse people to answer the door. Then I go to read the piece of paper:

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.

I asked for health, that I might do greater things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.

I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.

I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.

I got nothing that I asked for,
But everything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

I am, among all men, most richly blessed.

Written by an anonymous confederate soldier during the Civil War of the United States migraine isn't so bad anymore.

Posted by Sissy at February 21, 2005 07:30 PM