I promised that today I’d be sunny…well, I am…I got a little sunburned. Not bad, just rosy.
The kids and I had a great day at the waterpark with Tosh and her kids. There were lots of fun slides and a lazy river…love that lazy river. The pool is humongous and Indigo can touch the bottom of a large section, so fun was had by all.
It was nice to enjoy what they’re touting around here as the “last good day of summer.”
Here’s where hot dogs fit into the story…
I haven’t told you about the status with Greyley and the migraines. A few months ago, she was having a really bad one. We were in the bathroom, she was throwing up, and begging me to help her. We were both in tears and I told her to ask God to help her…that he was the only one who could.
So she started pleading with God to help her.
It broke my heart. I was having my own little conversation with God, if you want to know the truth. It went a little something like this~ If you can’t hear that, you can’t hear anything. Or something to that effect.
Well, God heard her.
What had been a two-week cycle of migraines and vomiting stretched out and out and out, until we were past a month and on into two…
I didn’t want to say a word about it. Quietly, I was thanking God for it, but afraid to say anything out loud about it. I know it’s silly, but I just didn’t want to mess it up in any way.
But Greyley ever since, has been saying, “I don’t get headaches anymore…I can eat that, it won’t hurt me…I’m not gonna get a headache.”
There was one time that she thought she might be getting one, but said, “Everyone gets headaches sometimes…this is not a migraine.”
She loves hot dogs. They have never loved her. There is something in them~ I think it’s the nitrates~ that makes her so sick.
I usually get the organic/nitrate-free hot dogs for her. They’re not quite as tasty, in her opinion, but she likes them a lot.
We got careless at the waterpark today. It’s been a blissful summer~ migraine free…I can’t even remember going this long without one in her entire life. It’s been so wonderful. So…I told her she could have whatever she wanted from the food stand and she picked a hot dog and ice cream…
Fast forward to a couple hours later…after the fun and sun…she’s got a headache…it’s getting worse and worse…yep, it’s a migraine…
Throws up. Once. Twice. Three Times. Four Times.
Hot dogs are of Satan.
I will never let her have a regular hot dog again. Ever.
No matter how much she tries to talk me into it.
I’m putting it into print, so I cannot go back on my word.
I. Hate. Hot. Dogs. And. We. Don’t. Say. Hate.
Before she fell asleep, Nate asked if she was discouraged…because she took this pretty hard~ getting a migraine. She said, “Yes, a little.”
I can tell that she’s more than a little discouraged and that breaks my heart more than the whole awful night we’ve had. I don’t want her to give up hoping to be better.
So, my dear friends. Please pray that Greyley will get her miracle and be free of this for good. She’s such a bubbly, warm, loving person who enjoys life so much and these migraines are like a dark cloud that comes and settles over her, taking the life right out of her.
I’ll do my part. I won’t give her any more hot dogs. Now, if God would just please see fit to give her another good long stretch without them…until they’re nothing but a distant memory.