Remember! It will end.
Four days and four very long nights I have spent in the deepest, darkest, most silent, depths of migraine hell. Hormonal migraine hell – the “hormonal” part is important, because that’s always the worst, most impossible to live through, of the migraine hells.
Four days & nights of wearing a blindfold, to protect my sensitive eyes from the light seeping through closed lids, of wearing two pairs of sunglasses, of tripping over the sad-eyed dog camped out just outside my door.
Four days & nights of barely eating anything, of drinking tea, downing meds, all in a futile hope for some relief. Getting weaker by the day, as I lay for endless, painful, hours, wracked by nausea.
Giving up, giving in, would have been easy, it seems, as my blood pressure was tanking on me anyway, and my soul was walking some strange paths. But I promised I wouldn’t.
So my words of advice to myself, for the next time it happens:
Take the fioricet. Enjoy the journeys it send me on.
Sunbutter on bread & coconut milk.
Blindfolds (my soft stretchy hair bands) help me stop moving my eyes, which is important.
Expect Kodi to be under foot. He misses me. He doesn’t like it when mommy won’t play.
And most of all, when the minutes seem like hours, and the hours seem like days, and the days seem like forever, remember:
It will end.
You will be able to watch the sunset again.
You will be able to catch up with family & friends on facebook again.
You will be able to talk to Rhiannon again, and she will be able to wash dishes again.
You will be able to listen to music again.
It WILL end.
And when it does, watch this gem: