Migraines are hell on earth.
Unfortunately, it is an overused term. In the same way that someone with a bad cold will go around complaining of suffering from the flu, a headache is often referred to as a migraine. It is not the same thing.
To give you an example, this is how my last couple of days panned out:
Friday AM: Housework, done. PM: Paid work. Think again. I stopped for a break after making the house all sparkly clean. I was feeling fine, but the spots appearing in front of my eyes told me this would not last long. I took the opportunity of being able to see while it lasted: threw down a couple of Panadol tablets (could not find anything stronger) and prepared Abbey's lunch quickly. By this point, I could only see patches of things when I squinted. And the nausea had hit.
That is how suddenly things can change for a migraine sufferer.
I lay down on the couch, with a bewildered Abbey watching me with interest. The headache would be next, and this was accelerated by a smack in the head by a toddler armed with a board book. Thanks Ab.
I closed my eyes and wondered how this one would be. Sometimes my migraines leave quickly, other times I have lost speech, vomited and felt pins and needles down one side. I was a little worried, being home alone with Abbey.
Luckily, this one went quickly. The spots left within about half an hour and the headache barely even registered. But the after-effects of a migraine are just as bad: exhaustion, nausea and the feeling of having been utterly drained of energy. Sleep is the only answer.
That night, I planned on having a good night's sleep and feeling much better by Saturday. However, our neighbours decided to have a get-together, a very noisy one, that night.
I finally fell asleep at around 2am.
Saturday AM: Abbey woke at 6.30am. Steve was at work. I cried. Got up, made her breakfast, lay on the couch and cried. Felt even more sad as she wandered around aimlessly, clearly wanting to play with me. In a stroke of, um, genius, I had written an emotional rant on Facebook during my sleepless night. Mum rang during the morning after seeing it and she came over and played with Abbey until Steve arrived home.
For me, a migraine is usually my body's horrible, nasty way of telling me to stop. Forcing me to take a break from my constant thinking, planning, doing.
I would prefer a little tap on the shoulder from a fairy godmother.
Megan
9 comments:
You poor darling. I had 2 migraines in my twenties and I have never forgotten them. The spots in front of my eyes, the vomiting or the pain. Fortunately I never had them again. But I can't imagine how awful it was with toddler in tow. I'm glad your mum was able to come over.
Hugs
S x
I feel your pain.
Im only 19, and in high school I would get one almost every single day for two years...not fun.
Now, I still get them but not as often...but when I do, they are considerably worse.
It really sucks.
I'm sorry you have to go through them often.
Have you thought about taking preventative medication? Thats what I do.
You poor thing, that sounds horrific. I've never had a migraine, but it sounds like hell on earth.
Oh no, I literally felt your pain this week - two days of migraine hell - complete with a drooping eye, slurred speech and nausea. Then two days of feeling like crap recovering! Hope you're slowing down and feeling better.
I feel your pain Megan. If you have never had one it can be hard to understand how debilatating they can be.
If I can ever help you when one hits just call. I hope you are feeling better now.
eeek. Thank god I do not suffer from Migraines but I know how difficult it is when you are unwell and you have a baby to look after! So glad your Mum came and lended a hand. Now take it easy and relax woman!
Oh nasty - hubby has had a few - first time he thought he was dying - he goes straight to be when he feels one coming on.
It must be so hard when you have a bub. :(
Yes, a fairy godmother would be a much better way to go!
I think your Mum was your fairy godmother this time. xx
I've only ever had a couple of migraines myself, and I got the spots and everything, and it was awful.
My MIL suffers from them too, and I had a good friend once who also got them. It's esp tough when you have kids who just don't get that Mummy's head hurts.
Lots of love and best wishes. Hope they don't come back for a loooong time...even better, EVER!
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