So. I got a major migraine on Friday morning. I managed to make it to the gym, and execute my workout. It didn't get really bad until Friday night, and it stuck around until last night. It really makes me mad because I wanted to do all this painting and I was in too much pain. I've suffered from migraines since I was about 8 years old. It hurt really bad, last night, but it still wasn't the worst one I had. And let me tell you. I really believe in the power of prayer. Because last night, when the headache was at its worst, I was sitting up crying, rocking back and forth, all I could say was "Jesus, please!" And after a couple of minutes, the pain went away, and I got really sleepy. Now I know there are skeptics out there (seriously I had not taken any medication since about, oh, four yesterday afternoon; this was one in the morning) and I never try to shove God (Jesus, religion, whatever you want to call it) down anyone's throat. But this is what happened. Make of it what you will.
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