
On the other hand, I was then so frantically focused on breathing deeply to head off the migraine pain that I didn't feel any teeth-cleaning pain at all. Of course, the hygienist was quite possibly so freaked out when her client suddenly turned into a crazy deep-breathing woman that she hurried the hell up.
Don't migraines know they are supposed to wait for convenient moments? Usually mine do.
Could have been a lot worse. Breathing deeply really does work, but it's a little hard to focus on while driving the car and being asked to open and close and spit. Also must shout out to the lovely Advil liqui-gels when I finally got home, though. Witness the fact that I'm looking at this bright computer screen right now. However, I think I'm going to go up and chill in my nice comfy bed for awhile. Let's not push our luck.