Gala plus Migrane equals Disaster

Last night was the Gala, it was a really fun theme of Camber Royal 117. Mocking the James Bond Movie, Casio Royal 007. The 117 came from the 117th Annual Chamber Gala. I thought it was a great theme, just fell short in a few areas. I would have definitely made some changes if I were planning the event, but overall, I thought it was ok. It was actually more fun getting ready for the event. I got a pedicure, did my nails, took the kids to Columbia to hang out with Grandma all night, and then headed back to get ready.

Once we arrived, Ryan and I had a few drinks and made our way to our table. We were sat with Ryan's company, and overall had a great crowd. There were two wines at our table supplied by a local winery for our enjoyment during dinner. After I finished the wine I had purchased at the bar, I decided to taste the white wine supplied. Immediately after I poured the wine in my glass, I knew I was in trouble ... let me explain.

I get migraines pretty often. People get migraines for a laundry list of reasons, but my triggers are smells (especially cigarette smoke) and sunlight. For some reason, this wine just sent me over the edge. I got a headache instantly and had to leave the awards ceremony to get some Tylenol. The Tylenol never helped my headache, and the remainder of the night I was in pain. It wasn't until we left the Gala and headed to the hotel bar where it got really bad. Inside this bar you could smoke. And being around all that smoke with my headache, triggered a migraine.

Imagine sitting at the bar with all of Ryan's co-workers, trying to have a good time, but not being able to make coherent sentences ... awful. At one moment, I thought I was going to spew all over everyone. After running to the bathroom and leaning over the stall, I realized my nerves got the best of me. I was just too embarrassed to puke in the nice hotel ... I'm sure the staff thanks me!

After literally sitting there for hours, Ryan was finally ready to leave. Now ... I am SICK, and I mean, could puke any minute sick. Ryan had been drinking and could not drive home. Thus, I said I would drive since I had not had a drink since dinner. There is an inch of snow outside, and it's probably 5 degrees ... umm, not exactly what I wanted to do. FINALLY I got us home, RAN inside, and PUKED my little heart out for what seemed like an hour. I took a shower, got dressed, and laid down in bed and did not wake back up until 10 this morning.

WHAT IN THE WORLD?? I just wanted to have a good night dang it!