Dear Readers and Friends,
I thank you for your prayers these past months. First, I will be returning to work (God-willing) in mid-June. I am grateful for the opportunity given to me and St. Joseph most surely had a hand in this, along with all of your prayers.
Also, I am happy to report that at least for the time-being, the headache from you-know-where has subsided. I have to tell you that I kept hearing the words of St. Therese in my head when she said:
"I can easily understand why people without faith are tempted to take their life when they suffer like this. I tell you, when one is suffering like this, one is but a step removed from going out of one's mind."
Believe me when I tell you that I know what I endured was a mere pittance compared to her suffering. I also know I had reached the point where I was swallowing Motrin like M & M's with little regard for what consequences I might incur.
I wasn't feeling that swell over the weekend and when Monday rolled around I considered rescheduling a much-needed dental appointment but decided against it. What a mistake. I really didn't feel anything on Monday after the appointment but Tuesday, Wednesday and a good part of today were another story altogether. It was hard to tell where the pain was emanating from exactly. First it felt like sinus. Then it felt like a mini-drummer was practicing his licks behind my right eye. At other times, it felt like my skull was literally on fire. I had to drive my mother to a funeral yesterday and I have many pressing chores around this house that need to be completed before I return to work (as Kelly can attest to, having visited The Homestead last week). Not to mention the weather has been picture perfect and it's very hard to take a walk or sit in an Adoration chapel when your whole face is throbbing.
I didn't have a good picture of how unpleasant I was to be around until this morning when my loving husband told me that trying to talk to me was like trying to talk to a "black cloud of death". Yikes! I did some work around the house and then I went up to lie down for a bit. Even though I still felt dreadful when I got up, I walked to the nearby CVS and scoured the over-the-counter pain medication section for something that might help me. I settled on Excedrin Migraine. So far, so good. I know my GI system will pay for it but anything is better than an aching face and head.
I frequently called upon St. Teresa of Avila, patron saint of headache sufferers, to intercede for me, that if she couldn't win me any relief from the pain that she might ask God to grant me the patience to endure. She did not disappoint. I can only thank God that I was not working when this happened because I don't know how I would have made it.
Again, I thank you for all your kindness toward me and rest assured that as precarious as my prayer life is when I'm feeling like this, I do remember your intentions every day. While the quality of my prayers may have left something to be desired, Our Lord surely looked favorably upon the trifles added to them on our behalf.