I woke up at 3 a.m. with a crushing migraine.  I finally admitted I had a mild one yesterday at one and took an imitrex and vicodin.  I took an imitrex and vicodin and laid there dying - wishing I could die.  wondering why I can't find out what is wrong.  I made a hot lime/honey/tequila (had no rum) drink to try to soothe myself.   It worked enough so I could make it until the vicodin kicked in...but then I couldn't sleep.  I got up and typed for an hour - the church wanted ideas for a vision so I used the energy to answer that email.  I'd left it unanswered.  What am I gonna do?  Last night I promised myself I'd call the doctor this morning.  But this morning I'm wondering why?  What do we test?  He may just want to send me to another specialist.  I have an appt with Spurlock in a month already. This morning I packed CDs for AMA - work that pays. Suddenly mother appeared thrilled to "go though" my old stuff.  Three boxes.  More like forcing me to relive my angonizing childhood.  Basically she wanted to clean out a closet.  I'm left with trash to throw out and dolls for ???who??  I was in pain anyway - why not? One of the boxes was her stuff anyway.   So anyway Dad also appears with something to give me.  A check for $10000 to help with medical costs.  Doesn't that just tell a story? Not that Dad is an angel That money definately has strings all over it.