“On waking

from an afternoon in bed with a migraine, the mother heard the little girl outside the bedroom door, asking her father where the cook was. ‘Asleep with a headache, I believe’. The mother had just spent an hour or so cooking dinner for an ever growing number of Lithuanians, wondering what on earth she could find in a stranger’s kitchen to feed all these hungry people.

Not only did the prospective diners multiply, but there was this odd, smooth talking banker type who wanted to hand her a cheque, in Euros. He was going to hand the money over the next morning, and would 8.30 be too early? She rather thought it was, so they settled on 80% after eight o’clock, whenever that may be. He wanted an explanation to the train load of Astrid Lindgren characters which travelled past, so she explained that Lithuania had sort of adopted one particular book as their own. Then he kissed her on the cheeks, and she counted the kisses to find out what was considered polite in these parts. Five times, apparently.

After frantically trying to feed all these people, it was almost a relief to find it was only the father and the girl who were hungry. And herself, which was considerably more important. An emergency piece of Emmental prepared her to face the dishwasher which needed emptying, the work surface and bread board smeared with some horrible, sticky stuff. Correction. Lovely home made plum jam, but still sticky in the wrong place. Second time that day. First time it was lovely home made orange marmalade.

Since the dinner was half planned while asleep/in Lithuania, it was more a case of putting water on for the pasta, finding that the vegebangers weren’t where she thought they’d be, and mentally adjusting how to serve up two kinds of peas. Frozen for the oldies, and tinned for the little one.

At this point the little one appeared and judging the situation accurately, proceeded to empty the dishwasher. Amazingly, the father only showed up when the pasta was ready. Elk pasta shapes from Ikea, if you want to know. After the beautiful dinner had been demolished, the girl offered to watch the remaining episode of Monk with the cook. Then she played Christmas carols on the piano.”

Maybe there ought to be an emergency list on what to do in these circumstances. Cook your own dinner, and have some pasta standing by for when the cook falls out of bed. That kind of thing. Or toast with sticky stuff on. Lovely and home made. (By the father, she hastens to add.)

Earl Grey, just the right strength, right amount of milk, and properly hot. Please.

8 responses to ““On waking

  1. Well – that certainly put a hush upon the blog-o-sphere…

    Post-migraine Emmenthal sounds like a risky strategy – I prefer mint tea and nibbling toast with the lightest homeopathic scrape of peanut butter. If migraines didn’t make one feel like death is a viable alternative, one could almost welcome them for the spike in creativity that they bestow upon the sufferer.

    Almost, but not quite. Glad you’re upright and back in the land of the living. I always am terrifically glad to have my life back post-migraine, even if I’ve just spent the previous days/months /years bemaoaning the parlous state of it.

  2. Bookwitch and Debi, I can’t really imagine what that state is like, but I’m glad you’re through the latest bout, Bookwitch, and here’s hoping neither of you have another migraine soon.

    I am absolutely sure you have both heard more ‘remedies’ than you know what to do with, but one of my co-workers swears that he cured himself of migraines nutritionally, so if either of you are interested, I can ask him to remind me what the cure was. I’m certainly not going to force unsolicited advise on you, though.

  3. Thank you, ladies. It was that unexpected attempt at mad fiction, again. People get so embarrassed they don’t know where to look.

    Debi – Emmental is tried and tested. Grapes with it, would have been nice, but mine were too yucky to contemplate.

    Mint tea. I don’t think so.

    Seana – I suspect the word ‘nutritionally’ means exactly what my odd selection of foods mean. There are foods to be avoided at all times, because they trigger. There are foods that can halt an attack. And then there is the narrow selection of food tolerated by the recently ‘dead’ migraineur.

    And to make matters worse, we all swear by different foods. Mother-of-Witch did not have the same triggers as I do. Some people eat chocolate all over the place and survive.

    I’m always interested in what others have found, but I suspect it’s lifelong trial and error of what to avoid that helps the most. And this week I found the Jamaica cake less effective than previously…

  4. I forgot to say I liked the Lithuanians!

    Well, I’ll ask him while I’m thinking of it and you can at least compare it to your own strategy.

  5. Yes, I don’t know where the Lithuanians came from. All the rest can be explained by things I’d done or seen.

  6. No one knows where the Lithuanians come from, though. Least of all the Lithuanians.

    So this is what my friend said about the magic migraine cure. He acknowledged that there are different types of migraines, so there is no one shot cure. But he was helped very much by this doctor named named Henry Bieler who wrote a good book on his thoughts called ‘Food is Your Best Medicine’. It was basically an ‘avoid acid and eat alkaline’ diet. My friend did a very strict diet for about a year, and said that to this day–and he is no longer young–he has a hard time facing zuchini or string beans, because he ate so many.

    Anyway, do check out the Bieler book if you are at all interested. Not sure how easy it is to get in Sweden, but it is at least still in print.

    My friend did say that he had very severe migraines a couple of times a week. This diet allevated them very much but what cured him was the alleviation of stress. How did he go about that? He went and lived in ashram in India for eight years.

    Nice job if you can get it. However, those long Swedish vacations may at least help.

  7. An ashram for eight years? Beans?

    If I dare mention it here, your friend sounds so male that he may not have had that monthly trigger that some of us witches still get.

    Yes, alleviating stress would be A Very Good Thing. (Here I realise, Seana, that I have never been very clear to all my newer readers, who don’t know me so well, that I live in Greater Manchester. NOT having those long holidays to which I feel entitled, makes me very grumpy indeed. So, finding the Bieler book probably won’t be hard.)

  8. Well, that clears up a mystery, because I had somehow thought you were in England, so the Swedish angle came as a surprise.

    Yeah, the whole ashram thing was very much of that era. He’s actually our floor manager, and we do all sometimes wonder how stressed out he would get if he hadn’t gone to the ashram.

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