One good or bad effect of having my type of migraines is that I have hyper sensitive senses. Honest! I can hear your thoughts even while you read this, and sense your doubt. But it is true.
At the movies, my super sense of smell can tell me that the man in two rows behind me had pepperocini on his B.M.T. Subway sandwich. That can be a good thing, or sometimes a bad thing
With my super sense of hearing, I can hear conversations when I really shouldn’t be able to hear them. Factor in some ability in lip reading, well, it can be good or bad.
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| Oh, Lindsay! I wish I were more like you, in so many ways.... |
My husband and I recently took Sunshine to Wal-Mart for a quick shopping trip. Wal-Mart is not a good place for me on so many levels: the noise, the lighting, and Lord-please-help-me, the smells. The cheese balls alone can send me into a spinning world.
Given those facts, the trips to Wal-Mart must be hyper quick, in a run on a directed path.
This time, Grandpa, Sunshine, and I were there to buy some sewing supplies. It is a boring place for a kindergartner and a grandpa.
Within minutes, Sunshine announced she was hungry. “There’s a McDonald’s here, did you see it, Grandpa? And we could…”
Grandpa was ahead of her, and as they walked away, my super hearing heard a good portion of their conversation. The important bits are here:
Sunshine: …blah, blah, blah, Happy Meal, blah, blah, diet Coke…
Grandpa: …blah, blah, blah, No, blah, blah, hamburger, blah, share a drink…
Sunshine: …But, Grandpa, blah, blah, blah, Happy Meal!...Toy, blah, blah…
Grandpa: …Blah, blah, No, Sunshine!...blah, blah,…a cheeseburger, then…
Sunshine: …blah! Blah! But, Grandma X. always lets me…Blah!
Grandpa: …blah, blah…Then nothing, okay?...
Sunshine: …blah…a cheeseburger, then…
The voices faded away, and I knew that I would find Sunshine glumly eating a cheeseburger, with a smiling Grandpa. There would be no toy, or anything.
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