Wedges and Waves

I went grocery shopping in my new boots today. I felt like I could conquer the world! They felt fabulous! That is...until my excruciating headache I fought all weekend came back with a vengeance and I felt like throwing up. I swear, ginger and Tylenol have saved my life.
I thought when I woke up this morning that my weekend of feeling Bleck! was over. But apparently not.
Me and my boots pushed through though. At least until I got a call from a friend who asked me to an impromptu lunch date at the mall. That's when my feet told me that I needed to pace myself whilst breaking in new boots and I switched to my Birkenstocks. It felt a disappointing moment as I unzipped, peeled off the leather and stuffed my black socks into the wedges that in my heart still belonged on my feet. Sometimes, rather than follow our hearts, we must instead follow our soles. That is, the nerve endings reaching to the lowest point of our bodies, which in my case, thankfully still have feeling.
But what is up with this never-ending migraine? It seems that when medicated, an illusive relief tickles the edges of my head and temporarily calms the oceanic waves in my gut, only to return angrily a few hours later. As if it is archenemies with Tylenol, and feels the need to exact revenge at any show of weakness. I will admit...staring at this computer screen is not helping the good side win.
So on that note...
 I will remove my stinky socks from my fabulous boots (which I seriously just remembered are in them ;) and tuck them away for the night with hopes of a reunion very soon. Right after I give my new best friends Sir Tylenol and Ms. Ginger the chance to win the fight.
Bye bye, Mr. Migraine. Tonight...you lose.