We ordered dinner at Chilis and the kids went and picked it up then we all crashed. I didn't get to sleep very early, probably because of the coffee and Pepsi I had when I was driving, so when it was time to get up I was still groggy, but we all went down and had a free breakfast, including Ozzy, who was on his usual typical good behavior. There was a nice gazebo and little garden area by the pool that I didn't know about our earlier trip that I used this time that made it a lot nicer. There were a lot more people that on our last visit, so Ozzy had a lot more protecting to do in the middle of the night, but overall he was his usual well mannered self.
We all packed up after breakfast and moved stuff from my car to Heather's and said out farewell's and then Ozzy and I headed home. I don't know what it is about the trips home for me, but they haven't been good. I should have done what I had kinda planned on and kept the single room an extra day and just slept and relaxed because around Texas I started getting a migraine that didn't go away but just was bad enough to make me sleepy. I realized when I got home I had no more relpax and had to jump through hoops to get some. I couldn't have taken any on the road because they put me to sleep.
Anyway, I found myself drifting in the lane, so I turned up the AC (Ozzy was shivering), opened the windows, turned up the music, got out at one of the stops and went inside and got some food and a cold drink, and still would drift over onto those grated spots on the side of the freeway. I decided I was better off in that lane than drifting into a car. I started looking for motels, but they all looked like dives, scary dives. The one nice one I saw I saw as I was leaving the area and who knew how long it would take me to get back to it. I was closer to home now than NM.
I was just outside the metro area and it finally happened. I fell asleep, went over the grated area, into the grassy center at an angle a bit, but not too far. It jolted me awake and I pulled the car back onto the freeway, in my lane and as I was doing it I glanced at my speedometer and it was reading just under 100. That one scared me spitless. Ozzy too. Scared me enough to keep me awake until I got home, and well into the next day. The next city that I came to paved over the grated areas so the side of the road is even. I don't even want to think about what would have happened there, and thank god I didn't hit a fence, much less a car. We always wondered what would happen if I had a migraine while I was driving that trip - now we know. I don't make good decisions when I have a migraine and I have trouble with the light and staying awake.
I told Josh all of it, and all of the things he came up with, getting a hotel, having he and Alex come get me, pulling in somewhere to sleep - I did think of, they just didn't penetrate the migraine. Josh's fist comment was "You know better!" and he's right. I have no excuse. I'm just thankful to be here and to have not hurt myself and Ozzy or anyone else on the freeway with me at the time. It was a very foolish thing to have done, but I just can't think when I have a migraine. I shouldn't have left NM - I was groggy and didn't want to get out of bed - I probably shouldn't have. This is really going to hurt my argument for getting a motorcycle.

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That's even scarier than doing a 360 inches from a big rig in a freak Texas blizzard! I'm glad you got home safe!
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