Today is sunny spells with showers, we visited my grandparents who only live a 30 minute walk away but we hardly ever see, it doesn't seem worth it unless all three of us are available and that's not often with dance classes, swimming lessons and football practice, plus homework and have baby tom into the evenings some days, so every half term or bank holiday we make a concerted effort to get down there, get some photos of us printed (in case they forget what we look like!)and generally make up for lost time. My grandad is 75 and my nan a little younger (sorry nan if you're reading this, a LOT younger, obviously, what was I thinking...) but they have always seem young to me, my mum was 17 when I was born and I think my nan was about 36 so by the time I was aware of my grandparents they were early 40's, I suppose they are stuck in that time frame to me, the thought that my grandad is 5 years off 80 is terrifying. They went on a a cruise on the QE2 last year, they are not retirement home material yet! So we had a nice lunch and chatted and the kids played, they gave the kids some money to do something nice at half term and as always I promised to come and visit more, I do mean it but I know that it may be the next bank holiday or school holiday...(blush)
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I used to get migraines in my twenties. Once I hit my thirties, they disappeared and boy, was I relieved.
I can still recall that sickening feeling right before a migraine would hit, the tunnel vision and then the sudden sharp sensation and wham...even a small bit of light felt like a sledgehammer.
Now, I just have one terrible bad back. I try to act like it doesn't slow me down, but it does. I look back at my younger days and wonder why I never gave thanks for not having pain. To be honest, not a day goes by that I am not in pain. I often dread evening outings as my back is so bad that I need to baby it.
Youth is certainly misspent on the young, yes?
I've had one migraine in my life, caused by birth control pills and triggered when I walked from a dim house into bright sunlight. The PAIN! I screamed and staggered backwards, literally knocked sideways by it. (And this is me, Ms. Three Babies and No Pain Relief.) And then I drove home, holding one hand over my left eye to stop the knives stabbing into my brain. Ugh. It was many years before I attempted the pill again, I assure you.
I hope you had a lovely visit with your grandparents. How lucky you are to have them! Although my gran was only 39 when I was born, I'm ten years older than you, and she didn't make the age your grandparents have achieved with such grace. Savour your time.
Ugh, migraines! The bane of my existence. I'm actually a little worried about them in my upcoming surgery rotation. I get a solid 30 minutes of visual disturbances and can't see a thing at the beginning of each migraine. I'm not sure what they're going to say when this happens in the OR, and I just have to sort of excuse myself. The excruciating head pain I can work through, but the blindness I cannot.
My grandparents are forever stuck at 56 in my mind. The last time I asked my grandma how old they were and got a straight answer, they were 56. I just can't remember how many years ago that was. Someone asked me how old they were the other day, and I said, "Last time I checked, they were 56."
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