Sunday, March 10, 2013
Slammed By A Migraine
Migraines are miserable.
I usually suffer through about one migraine headache a year, so I am way more fortunate than many other migraine sufferers.
For me, there seems to be no explanation as to why they come.
I cannot identify any patterns.
I have not necessarily eaten any of the "trigger foods" prior to its onset.
I did not allow myself to become dehydrated.
I do not see any moving things in my eyes warning an onset.
I was not stressed or worrying about anything in particular.
It was a sunny day, the first in a long time, and I was expecting it to be a pleasant drive home.
It was not to be so. No, not at all.
In pain, I made it part of the way home, but ultimately I pulled into a shady spot off of the highway. Down in a boat launching area by the Susquehanna River, I tried to close my eyes and rest, allowing it to pass.
It did not help. I had to grit my teeth and just suffer through the last 45 minutes of the drive. I finally arrived home safely.
The only thing that works for me when I am in that state, is to take two of my migraine prescription pills and go to bed in a dark and quiet room.
I must be laying on a very fluffy pillow, not a pillow that is firm or foam.
The blinds must be down, all the way down.
The door must be completely shut.
The ceiling fan must be turned off.
I must mentally command each of my head, face, neck, and body muscles to completely relax. I must stay like that, in spite of the pain, until I sense it receding and allowing me to sleep.
I will be doped up for hours from the medication, but that is so much preferable than the pain of the migraine.
My migraine headache will essentially wipe out the best part of an entire day and the night following it.
The next day after a migraine I will have residual bellyaches from the medication.
And then I will say a prayer that I will never have a migraine again. Ever.