When I have a particularly bad week/month etc.. I posture like a prize fighter.
I’m smug. I’ll taunt Migraine. I’ll even talk smack about Migraine’s Momma. It doesn’t matter that Migraine has taken me to the mat ten times over that day. I’ve learned to take a hit. More than one in fact. Sure, Migraine is bigger than me, meaner than me and certainly uglier than me (Migraine Face anyone?), but I will share a little known piece of trivia with you. I was born on March 31st. In certain schools of thought this day is known as ‘The Day of Tenacity”. If you read about this day in The Birthday Book the first line will say: Those born on March 31st are fighters who will get ahead no matter what.
So while I am no bully, I’m not afraid to punch Migraine straight in the face. The blow-back is coming either way. It feels far more triumphant to get a few jabs in and defiantly stick-it-to-the-man. I’m not going to lay there and let Migraine accost me with no ramifications.
There are no two ways about it. Mid attack, I am in a state of surrender, humbled and tiny, pressed into my bed. I like to think I am just luring Migraine into a false sense of security. As soon as I feel better (and have had a week to recover) Blammo!@*%! Outta nowhere comes a swift kick to the shins. This hurts more than one might think. Before you call a Low Blow on me in the boxing ring, ask yourself, “When was the last time Migraine played fair”?
Now who needs some boxing gloves of their own?
Let us know how your exact your revenge on Migraine or your Invisible Illness in the comments sections below!! We love to hear about you Royals! World Class Fighters each and every one of you~