Last night I went to bed with a headache. I woke up with a headache. I took some Advil right after getting to work … no effect. In fact it got worse.
Light started stabbing me … mercilessly.
Then I could smell a fly fart from three miles away.
Every little smell is magnified to something otherworldly.
Do people have to whisper so loudly?
Then my thoughts started to scatter. Not to the point of confusion but … not normal.
…and feel free to whip out the scatter brained jokes, I deserve them
These are the first signs I have of a developing migraine.
Then my eyes start closing trying to get rid of the light and the headache starts producing lightning bolts of pain with an ever increasing “no no no no …. no” to the generalized pain gaining a despotic hold over my grey matter.
Then my stomach starts trying to get in on the act. That’s when I know if I don’t get my tail home I will be throwing up in the car.
I say a quick prayer then a snarky tweet:
Mr. Migraine mockingly says, “How you doin’?” I throw a Bible and Advil
at him in response. Putting off world domination for a week or so.
So, I get in the car and I am worried that I won’t make it home AND I am out of my migraine medication. I took a risk and went a mile or so out of the way and just dropped into my Dr.’s office to get a refill prescription. The nurses are great and one even gives me a free sample of my migraine medication (Maxalt). Ms. GoodNurse said,”You go ahead and take that now so you can just go home. Get that prescription filled when you are feeling better.”
I could have kissed her.
I stopped at the corner grocery and got a Sprite Zero, took the medicine and made it home to go straight to bed. I slept for an hour. While I never took acid (voluntarily) before (remember, I was into “partying” a long time ago), my dreams were *crazy.* Wild series of some surreal scenes. One included Simon Cowell doing his American Idol deal of calling someone “dreadful” but … he had hair just like my Great Aunt Irene, God rest her soul. The woman dyed her hair double batch black for as long as I knew her. Dreaming of Simon rolling his eyes excoriating some awful singer … with that hair… was actually very funny.
I woke up feeling a LOT better. The migraine isn’t completely gone. I can feel it on the edge but I think it is in it’s last gasps. I thought about going to go exercise but decided to not push it.
Well, there you go. That’s the Anatomy of a Migraine (or at least my migraine.) If it weren’t for Maxalt I would be very miserable right now. I am very glad to be listening to rain and it be relaxing not tormenting :).
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