Well at least they're not smelly dumps.
I guess I had my first ever migraine yesterday. I didn't know it was a migraine. And now that I've been told it's a migraine I've had I think two before. I think they're starting up from my newly acquired disposition in medical school, 'down in the but thank God not smelly dumps'
But yesterday's "migraine" was bad. The pounding pain spread from the side of my head to my entire head till my upper jaw. And I could not get myself to calm down, eventually while trying hard just to fall asleep, floating in and out, I got up and ran to the bathroom.
The door was locked. Someone was in there.
I ran back to my bedroom, grabbed my garbage can, noticed all the papers I had thrown in there recently and then just threw up.
And I kept throwing up, and in the midst of it I thought, "wow I need to chew my food better, that rice was totally not broken down"
My mom came out of the bathroom and saw me throwing up, so she went and woke my dad and sent him to me.
My dad came over half asleep, saw me hung over my garbage can, and got some tissues and helped me wipe up. Then he stood there and massaged my ears while I decided if I needed to throw up more.
Eventually he coaxed me away from my garbage can, which I grew rather attached to, mostly out of fear of throwing up more and also because it seemed to be a very comfortable and safe position.
He then guided me into my bed despite my protests that my head was killing me every time it touched the bed and I really did need my garbage can.
He got me to lay down and massaged my head while I whimpered about my head. Eventually he left for a bit, and then came back with gatorade (Read: My dad's cure to everything). Then he sat down next to me and massaged my head until I started drifting back to sleep, I woke up a couple hours later with my dad fallen asleep next to me with his trusty Gatorade (Read: BLEGH I hate that I drank that stuff).
And I smiled from inside, from the deepest of insides and went back to sleep. Sometimes, nothing feels more safer than being by your dad's side.
Yes I'm a Muslim girl, and that's a Muslim dad.
And praise be to God for all that He provided us. And now you read this word: Mash'Allah.
P.S. My mommy had work tomorrow and she wasn't feeling well herself so that's why she sent my Dad.