Migrains make us do crazy things!

Allow me to elaborate. On Wednesday this week I needed some intense retail therapy.... so.. I went shopping. Regret got a hold of me later that evening and I decided that a few of my purchases were unnecessary and hard to justify. So, the following day I returned to the store to get my money back. As is my luck, all the return staff were busy so I decided to browse until they were free. As I was browsing I found some items I "needed" more :) One item I was/am extremely excited about.. a bath mat designed by God and produced for my delights. I decided that a very soft, squishy bathmat was a luxury worth having. So.. I returned my items, and spent more money than I got back. Oh well.
Later that day I showed my new bathmat to Esther, who oohed and aaahed as much as I had and informed me that my decision was justified. (during this time I also went and had my taxes done and found out that I am getting more money back than I had anticipated - thus also justifying the luxery of a bathmat). To celebrate my tax return Esther and I went and got some dinner and a dollar movie. Around dinner time my head began to hurt and I told it to go away. Unfotunately my body listens to me about as much as the kids on my caseload do... thus, by the time the movie was over I was in full migrain mode. I haven't had a headache so back in a long time. Esther took over driving home and I sat, stiff as a board, air-conditioning pouring on my face, trying not to cry, throw up, or move until we got home. When we arrived home I went straight for the bathroom, Esther got me some medicine, and without really realizing it, I curled up on the bathmat... placing my head in a vice between my arms, trying to silence the pain. After a while, Esther discovered me in the bathroom and coaxed me to my bed so that I could at least fall asleep.
I awoke the next morning without my headache, but with a strange discovery in my bed. I woke to find my bathmat draped over my pillows, my face snuggled into the soft fabric. Thankfully the bathmat had only found a home in my bathroom for a day (otherwise this would have been pretty gross). Esther informed me later that day that I had insisted that I needed to sleep with it and had covered my pillows with it before falling asleep.
I returned the mat to its rightful place in the house, but whenever I go into the bathroom there is a bit of sadness that I can no longer use it as a pillow case.