Migraines = gross

I really wanted to switch my day off yesterday for today, and my boss was on the fence about letting me have it. Then I piped in with "I will even work Tuesday night for you." Insert cute grin and puppy dog eyes. He said yes, and I was happy.
I went into yesterday, excited to have today off. "This is going to be a good day." I thought to myself. I was then brought someone who was told that he was to do whatever I needed for him to do. Which is great, because, on any normal day, he does not say no to me. Yesterday, however, was not any normal day. He fought me every step of the way. He did not want to be working with me, he wanted to be working in another area. I kept try encouraging him by saying that perhaps if he showed that he could work hard in another area, they would move him into the area that he wanted to be in. I asked him to help me help him, and he would not budge. About an hour later I started feeling dizzy and faint. I felt my second migraine coming since I started a month ago. Great, I thought. I put on my sunglasses, which is a signal to everyone that I do not feel good. My knees nearly buckled many times, and the same kid that would not help me help him decided that I could not lift up the totes of books, because he was afraid that I would fall. I would finish the four totes that he would place on the next four up for me. I went to lunch, which led to me hiding in a dark room and crying. My boss saw me and asked if I was oaky. Yeah, I answered yet not really feeling oaky. Part of me wanted to go home, and the other part of me said that I had made a commitment to be there, and by golly I was going to be there. I am LDS, as are everyone else that I work with. I asked my boss what has got to be the weirdest question that I have ever asked in a work setting. I asked if he or someone else could give me a blessing. He found two great men who were able to give me a blessing. I really wanted to be able to finish my shift. They left and I had about 15 minutes of my lunch left, at which point I put my head down and started to cry. I hate crying, I hate everything to do with crying. Stuffy nose. Red eyes. More of a headache. I just all around hate it. As I was sitting there, one of the other boss' walks in and then walks out. About a minute later someone else walked in and asked if I was oaky. Good grief I thought, but at the same time I was grateful that so many people cared. As I was getting ready to head back into work, I splashed some water on my face, in hopes that it would help get rid of the redness in my face, which it did not. I clocked back into work and one of the girls asked if there was anything that she could do to help me. I said no, and then she gave me a hug and I stood there for a minute just soaking it in. She was giving a hug to someone whom she knew only from working with for the last few weeks. The boss asked if I was going to make it the rest of the night, and I said that I was sure going to try, to which I got two thumbs up. I wanted nothing more than for the end of the shift to come, take medication to get it to go away, shave my head because every strand of hair pulling on my scalp just about killed me. The young man who refused to let me pick up the totes prior to lunch told me that I was not allowed to lift them the rest of the night. Then he looked at me and said something to the effect of, remember when you told me to help you help me, well, this is a team effort and they (talking about the other two that I would be working with) are part of your team. Each time that I ran out of books, I would raise my hand and ask which one wanted to put the next track of books up for me. I have to admit, I felt kind of helpless. At the end of the day, as I clocked out, I was grateful for everyones concern, and grateful that there were people able and willing to give me a blessing so that I could make it through my shift. I had a friend pick me up, because I did not trust myself to walk home safely. I got home, took my medication and crawled into bed. I feel so much better today, and as I was in pain yesterday, I remembered again why it is that I need to start carrying my medication with me. The guys were good to me, or at least as good as they can be for being 19 and mid 30's, and both guys. I am grateful that I was able to make it through my entire shift, even when no one would have blamed me for going home early. I guess it is the stubbornness that I inherited.