We had an adventure this week. On Tuesday, I called Daddy around 1, because I knew I was getting a migraine. I could feel that fuzziness coming on, and I knew I would need help. Well, it turned out to be much worse than I thought. When I tried talking to Daddy, I could hardly speak. I couldn't remember words. Daddy told me I sounded drunk and left right away. By the time he got home, things had gone from bad to worse. I had moments where I couldn't feel my hands or my feet, I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be doing. I tried to stand when Daddy told me he was going to take me to bed, and I said "my bedroom upstairs?" We don't have an upstairs, Baby. I couldn't stand, either. I fell into his arms. Daddy carried me to our bed and he called Nana, who came over right away. She took care of Johnny and Henry, and Daddy took me to the Emergency Room. Well, in the Emergency Room, they sent me right through to the fast track, and checked me for all s...