And the evening after the morning after the morning after
Or, if I were sane, Thursday evening.
I had a terrible, retching, wished I were dead migraine today. It occurred to me, while I was lying there not sleeping and trying not to cry, that I hadn't had one in about ten weeks or so, which is an amazing feat for me, especially considering that I quit my job, made it through two production weeks and the entire end-of-school debacle, did six weeks of crutches and had absolutely NO exercise. I think the difference is that I was taking this kind of gross but awesomely effective nutritional supplement in order to speed my healing along. I quit taking it a week or so ago and BOOM, lost yet another day to the Great Curse. I will be taking the nutritional supplement again now, you betcha, and I'll let you know if it's the great migraine cure. (Plus, you should see my fingernails --they are so strong, I can barely clip them short. I bet I also have a nice glossy coat.)
Honestly, getting migraines is the single biggest price I have paid for having children. They defy description --unless you suffer from migraines yourself, there is just no way I can make you understand what they are like, even with my own rather large talent for gross exaggeration.
One of the worst parts is that while you are sitting there with a socket wrench shoved through your sinus cavity so that the slightest movement threatens to make your brain leak out of your ears, you cannot sleep. Isn't that awful? I often think, "If I could just fall asleep, I could shake this thing." But there is no sleep to be had so I lie there, trying not to move until my hands fall asleep and my calf muscles cramp and I HAVE to move, which makes me have to dash to the bathroom, throw up and start the whole lying still cycle over again.
It's not pleasant.
And yes, I have the Big Drugs. But they don't always work. Like today.
I had a terrible, retching, wished I were dead migraine today. It occurred to me, while I was lying there not sleeping and trying not to cry, that I hadn't had one in about ten weeks or so, which is an amazing feat for me, especially considering that I quit my job, made it through two production weeks and the entire end-of-school debacle, did six weeks of crutches and had absolutely NO exercise. I think the difference is that I was taking this kind of gross but awesomely effective nutritional supplement in order to speed my healing along. I quit taking it a week or so ago and BOOM, lost yet another day to the Great Curse. I will be taking the nutritional supplement again now, you betcha, and I'll let you know if it's the great migraine cure. (Plus, you should see my fingernails --they are so strong, I can barely clip them short. I bet I also have a nice glossy coat.)
Honestly, getting migraines is the single biggest price I have paid for having children. They defy description --unless you suffer from migraines yourself, there is just no way I can make you understand what they are like, even with my own rather large talent for gross exaggeration.
One of the worst parts is that while you are sitting there with a socket wrench shoved through your sinus cavity so that the slightest movement threatens to make your brain leak out of your ears, you cannot sleep. Isn't that awful? I often think, "If I could just fall asleep, I could shake this thing." But there is no sleep to be had so I lie there, trying not to move until my hands fall asleep and my calf muscles cramp and I HAVE to move, which makes me have to dash to the bathroom, throw up and start the whole lying still cycle over again.
It's not pleasant.
And yes, I have the Big Drugs. But they don't always work. Like today.
Comments
Socket wrench shoved in your sinus cavity... ouch.
I hope the migraine is history and your cure works!
HTH, aj