Last night, exhausted, I went to bed with a stonking migraine. I found out why the next morning – we had a thunderstorm. My head appears to have turned me into a barometer.
Poor BeAnne was terrified and jumped onto my bed and was straight under my duvet.
BeAnne hates thunderstorms. A few years ago, she ran away from a massive lightening strike outside the backdoor and ran into the hills for the whole night. Despite searching and searching, we only found her a few miles away the next morning, totally drenched and terrified. BeAnne (and I) have never forgotten the worst night of our lives.
My poor little girl spent the morning in my bed shaking and panting.
Out came all my aromatherapy things. I sprayed the duvet with a calming lavender mist and put the diffuser on as well, using a calming oil mixture.
I also put some music on to drown the sound of the thunder. Together we snuggled under the bedclothes listening to Al Stewart’s Year of the Cat.
Eventually BeAnne settled down and went to sleep.
The storm came and went a couple of times and I also used the time to sleep and rest too. My migraine had left me exhausted this morning.
I don’t think we have seen the end of these thunderstorms but we have a drill in the house – all doors and windows are shut, all plugs are pulled out including the telephone and BeAnne only goes outside on a lead.
As I write this, BeAnne is feeling a bit perkier now – she managed to steal Monster’s tea so life is back to normal.