Fortunately, yesterday's wasn't quite like that. Aside from sleeping for twelve straight hours and still feeling weak today, it was mild as migraines go. It still took me by surprise (they always do, because I don't get them often), though it really shouldn't have. Stress can supposedly be a migraine trigger, and yesterday I found out my mom has breast cancer. It's tiny and either Stage I or 0, and shouldn't require more than a lumpectomy and radiation. The prognosis at this point is about as good as you could ask for with cancer, but... gah. Our family has cardiac issues and autoimmune digestive issues, not breast health issues. My mom takes pains to live a very healthy, medically approved lifestyle, so this was in all ways shocking. There are no guarantees, eh?
This officially means I have to stop losing weight (oops), because that would not be fair to my mom. Like she needs to worry about that right now. Of course, stress like this adds another layer to the "food sucks" millefeuille that we e.d. chicks are so talented at whipping up. Meh.