I’m recovering from the worst migraine of my life. Seriously, it was brutal.
I’ve been kinda “off” the past few days, which is always a sign of imminent danger in the migraine world. I’ve been absolutely freezing despite NYC being in the high 80s and low 90s and have enjoyed a few warning headaches earlier this week.
Then the motherload hit.
I left work a bit early last night, headed to a show, then opted out after I became disoriented, chilly, and foggy on the subway. Once I arrived home, the migraine started. At this point, all bets are usually off. Since I usually get them at night I can usually barricade myself in darkness and just sleep it off. Not this time. I couldn’t fall asleep the pain was absolutely brutal. I’m sure I was approaching delirium as I was having nightmares though I wasn’t fully asleep. I put my AC on full blast, drank ice water, and started grabbing things out of my freezer to wrap around my head. Nothing was helping. And then I started crying. Mostly due to the pain, but also the frustration. And then I threw up.
Around 6 am I decided to sleep in the living room, reasons unknown. My ice packs were all warm so I grabbed fake meatballs and tried to sleep with those on my eyes on forehead. All I wanted was to feel normal again. If you’ve never had a migraine, they’re debilitating. Seriously, there’s minimal you can do aside from waiting it out and there’s no escaping the pain. Normal tasks are impossible. Seeing, walking, and thinking are chores.
But the tradeoff is now that the medicine finally kicked in, I feel just fiiiiiiiiiine. And spacey. But I don’t hurt anymore. 
