....so it turns out that phenomenal headache I developed yesterday was actually a migraine.
Migraine sufferers everywhere, I have felt your pain. Kudos, people, kudos.
I didn't realise migraines came with constant, gut-wrenching nausea .... seat of your pants, any-minute-now-I'm-going-to-heave-my-kidneys-up nausea. Or a stiff neck. Or weird visuals that curve the world disturbingly.
Or a specific, localised centre of agony in your skull that flames with every movement, rendering you helpless and limp.
I fled from work early yesterday, catching a cab home and wincing with every jerky stop-start tap on the accelerator/brake/accelerator/brake/accelerator. Why do taxi drivers always, always drive like that??
And the light was too white. Even the light on the tv hurt my eyes.
I took two panadeine tablets and went to bed, pulling the covers up over my head. I slept, in brackets of time, and when I woke up this morning at 4am I knew it wasn't over yet.
Checking the blister pack, I was surprised to find the panadeine was actually panadeine forte left over from my broken arm last year - the really good, really strong stuff - and yet it didn't make a dent in the blanket of pain at all.
So I texted the boss and worked from home today. I was fine as long as I didn't move or have the lights on, so I did my radio interviews from a set position on an uncomfortable chair, and it was okay. Podae sat on my lap for around four hours (he never sits on my lap, he hates it, and so of course it's what I constantly wish for).
I even worked out a quote in case the Fathead came out and miaowed loudly while I was on air. I wouldn't have put it past him.
I was going to say And that's my puss Fathead, trying to get to the phone so he can send his own message of love and support to all the poor cats and dogs and other animals out there who are living through this devastating experience.
In the end, it wasn't necessary. But I think it would have been kind of cool.
1 comment:
As a fellow migraine sufferer, my sympathies. You should never, ever re-read this post or read about anyone elses' migraine. Yours is so "on the money." My son had them before he could talk. I was the only one in the family who could tell. We've both had fewer and fewer over the years thank goodness.
Best wishes.
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