Today’s the 4th of July and Houston, we’ve landed. I actually wasn’t sure I was going to get here. Last night I started to get a headache at my computer but wouldn’t stop working–too much to do before I left–and by the time I went to bed at midnight I was throwing up. Yes. A migraine. I haven’t had a migraine in years–fifteen, maybe–and it caught me by surprise. I don’t even have prescription medicine for them anymore….don’t even have aspirin or Excedrin in the house. Just good old Tylenol.
I didn’t sleep last night–lay with ice packs on my head and whimpered (quietly) as my 6 year old crawled into bed with me around one a.m. and my almost ten year old wandered around the house, still recovering from jet lag and unable to sleep despite the wee hours of the morning.
I felt like a ghoul. Wanted to take my own head off. Wondered who to call in case pain got worse and I needed to go to hospital.
I didn’t go though. Instead I poured coffee down my throat, wore sunglasses around my house and forced myself to leave for the airport. I kept my eyes closed most of the flight, but I’m here now, at the Houstonian Hotel and its a gorgeous place. The Galleria is heavily wooded and tranquil and outside the light is long and golden, warm yellow white light that lingers despite the late hour. The fireworks can’t start until the sun sets but I love the way the light threads through the trees and the hotel sits queen-like in her park. They say George Bush stayed here for awhile. I’d like to stay here for awhile.
Houston kicks off my Texas book tour and I’m fired up, 4th-of-July-firework-fired-up. I’ve gotten a lot of email regarding my blogs this past week. Most readers like my take-no-prisoner posts but I’m sure there are a few who aren’t sure what to do with a woman like me. Don’t feel bad. I don’t know what to do with a woman like me, either. I spend a great deal of time scratching my head and/or kicking myself for not keeping my mouth shut. But that’s the beauty of life. Every day we get to wake up and try it again. For better or worse. Sickness and in health. With or without migraines.
You know, the Houstonian Hotel has a spa. I’m thinking I should see if they can work me in for a massage tomorrow. Might just help the old head, hmmm?
Happy 4th to all my friends. You’re awesome. Thanks for sticking with me.