Two AM. Really? TWO AM??

I was highly annoyed when I woke up at 2:00 am this morning, unable to go back to sleep. I switched on the television and I noticed my vision was weird and slightly blurry. After a few minutes, it dawned on me that it was a saw tooth aura that was interfering with my vision. I didn't notice right away because this saw tooth aura I had during the night was different from my usual auras. And, you know, 2:00 am.

Usually, my auras have very large, pronounced chevrons, like the design on Charlie Brown's shirt. They are also filled with neon colors, making them hard to miss and ignore. This aura had tiny zigzags, almost imperceptible, in fact, and had very little color. Coupled with the fact that it was 2:00 am, I almost ignored it.

I was really tired (I mean, it was 2:00 am), and I had the great debate with myself. Should I get up to take something, or try to go back to sleep? Maybe it's not really a migraine. I opted to get up and take something, and I am so glad I did. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I had a little headache, but I didn't have a full-blown migraine.

Most of the time when I catch a migraine starting like that, I take some medicine with a caffeinated beverage. I don't know if it really makes a difference, but a doctor told me to do that years ago, and it almost always works for me. Even if I don't have a migraine medicine at the moment, over-the-counter pain relievers with a caffeinated beverage stop the headache more often than not. Well, obviously at 2:00 am, I didn't want to drink anything with caffeine, so I just drank water.

Isn't it funny how our bodies work? There I was, sound asleep, then, BAM, the start of a migraine wakes me from a sound sleep. I suppose this is a good reminder for me to always listen to my intuition when it comes to what's going on inside of me.

We all do that, don't we? Our body tries to whisper something, and we ignore the whisper. Our body says something a little less subtle, and we still ignore it. Finally, our body shouts at us to the point where we can't ignore it any longer, and we finally decide to listen to it. Apparently, our bodies are moms, and we're all just kids.

Today, I promise to listen more closely to my body when it tries to tell me something. Well, promise may be too strong a word. Perhaps "promise to seriously take into consideration what my body is trying to tell me" is a more accurate phrase. In all reality what will probably happen is that I will proceed to ignore what my body tells me if it's an inconvenient time, or I'm in the middle of something. My body will end up yelling like a lunatic, and I will finally relent because I have no choice.