What a night!

When is the last time you sat back and exhaled and thought that. Thought, what a night!!! Mine was last night. Some of you may remember me telling about having to cancel on my dad one night to watch my mom while he went to church (dementia, and she doesn't do well on Wednesday nights). So last night I had a migraine and I told myself I was not going to cancel and was going to go watch her. Big mistake! It was a testament to how badly he wanted to go without her because he asked me when I got there if I had a headache and I said yes. So he said he'd hurry home after church, and left. At first I started feeling better after taking some pain meds. Then it came back in full force. When he got home he said he'd drive me back, and he did. A few hours later I started throwing up. I don't want to get too descriptive, but I turned around afterwards and there was some on the wall that had been behind me when I was facing the toilet. So there was some ricochet I was so sick. Had to call my dad and ask him to take me to the ER (they won't treat you unless someone else is with you, or I wouldn't ask him). He came, took me there, and they treated me. Poor guy. He had to get my mom ready in the middle of the night to pick me up, and he told me today it was a nightmare trying to get her back in bed. But I had no choice. The pain was tremendous. And I've learned a lesson. It's better for everyone if I stay home when I have a migraine, whether she has to go to church with him or not.