I awoke the other morning to a power outage brought on by a late season winter storm. along with the first migraine headache I've had in many years.
I used to get them all the time and then they just abruptly stopped -- at the same time as a co-worker I worked in close proximity with left the company.
She did have some habits that could be a test on one's patience, but I was always just kidding when I said I haven't had a migraine headache since she left. The headaches did go away, but I never really thought she caused them.
That is until I got to talking to a couple of people I worked with and one mentioned how our former co-worker used to put on that smelly hand lotion every day. I had kind of forgotten about that.
And the other one brought up my severe allergy to perfumes, colognes and strong scents of every kind. So it's nice to discover it wasn't so much the person as the lotion that caused my migraines. And how nice it's been since they went away (the migraines, not the former co-worker).
Until the other morning. I think the migraine that day was more stress-induced than anything else. It seems like it's been one thing right after another lately. I can do everything, I just can't do it all at once. Once crisis at a time, please.
So, I rolled back over and took a little nap. What else was there to do in the dark with no TV? The nap greatly helped my headache. It didn't do much for the electric, though. That was still out.
Our Beagle Boy Cletus had piled back in bed right beside me and Dave was sitting at the end of the bed. The three of us just sitting there in the dark.
So, I figured I might as well be the one to go find a flashlight. Dave offered to go, but I told him no, we could just rely on my cat-like reflexes. And we laughed and laughed.
I made it out of the spare room, through the front room and down the steps without incident. Go figure.
I brushed against the heater with no ill effects as it was pretty cool due to that whole no-power thing.
I even managed to maneuver past the lounge chair and around the coffee table with no bruises or broken toes. I usually can't do that in the daylight with all the lights on, which is why we wear workboots in the house.
I know about the "drunk catcher" three-inch step down from the living room to the kitchen and so passed that challenge easily. Within a step or two, I had my hand wrapped around one of the three flashlights sitting by the microwave.
Getting back upstairs was easy now that I had a light to go by. I handed the flashlight off to Dave, and Cletus and I went back to our nap. When I woke up, Dave was standing there with a nice hot cup of coffee and a tension relief tablet. What a guy.
My headache was pretty much gone by then anyway and the lights were back on. Awesome.
I went back to our bedroom to get dressed and that's when I noticed the Maglite on the headboard on Dave's side of the bed. Well, wouldn't it have been handy to know about that an hour earlier. I wouldn't have risked life and limb wandering around in the dark.
And how come we have three flashlights beside the microwave in the kitchen? Wouldn't it be a better idea to split them up a bit and have one in each of the main rooms of the house?
I brought home the new tap lights we bought for my mom and dad's house the week before and I separated all the ones that work from the ones that need batteries. I thought I was so efficient stacking them up on the counter in the downstairs bathroom.
I thought the next time the lights went out, we could put one in each of the rooms. And after the morning I'd just had, I thought maybe right then was the time to put them in separate rooms, before the next time we get left in the dark.
As that thought crossed my mind, I passed the cedar chest in the front room, on which boldly sat a tap light -- with batteries in it and everything. Wish I had known that was there earlier.
I've learned a few lessons in all this --
1) Stay away from all hand lotions
2) Put flashlights and tap lights in all major rooms
3) Know the locations of these flashlights and tap lights
The real moral of this story is that it's the middle of April and Mother Nature really needs to get over herself already and quit hitting us with winter storms and power outages and give us the spring weather we so richly deserve.
° 2017 Laura Nethken