A Lost Weekend And Monday Songs

A song-list (video quality will vary) that says a whole lot more about me than anything to do with Mondays … except that it’s yet another rainy Monday …

8pm Friday night … I’m trundling along, minding my own business when I noticed a certain sparkle out of the corner of my eye. Turns out that was in the corner of my eye. That familiar and slightly nauseating ‘cracked glass’ vision distortion that is a migraine’s harbinger.

I do my usual, swallow a couple of pseudoephedrine so they take effect as the headache part of the migraine takes hold. If I’m lucky this’ll be a mild one. I’m not lucky.

I reschedule, cancel, and otherwise rearrange all plans for the weekend.

4am Saturday morning … I can finally lay down without feeling like I’m going to throw up.

7.30pm Saturday evening … I’m chatting with Mrs Widds when suddenly half of her face disappears in a soft blur of colour that is the harbinger of the ‘cracked glass’ effect.

Yes folks, we’re in a cluster. My personal best is five migraines in four days. I morbidly wonder if I’ll break my record.

More pseudoephedrine. I try to keep any pharmaceuticals down to a minimum. Decades of painkillers for my knees have taken their toll on my gizzards.

I break out the hot water-bottles. One on the back of my neck and one on either side of my head. This helps me relax my shoulders and head muscles that I squinch up into tight knots in a futile effort to subvert the crushing pain inside my skull.

4am Sunday morning … I can finally lay down without feeling like I’m going to throw up.

3pm Sunday afternoon … I surface long enough to eat a piece of toast and delicately sip a cup of tea, both of which stay in my stomach long enough to satisfy minimal blood-sugar requirements. Soon thereafter I crawl back into bed.

Weekend. Done. Now it’s Monday … and it’s still raining.