About a month ago, I cursed myself by mentioning to Mr. Jane that it had been a while since I had a migraine. I typically get 2-3 migraines per year (so I'm luckier than most). Since then, I have felt a migraine coming on about once a week. (Hmmm, any connection to stress, you think?) Luckily, I have finally figured out my warning symptoms, and I am lucky enough that I have symptoms that appear several hours before the migraine hits, so I can sometimes head it off before it reaches full-blown, agonizing, please-kill-me-now status.
Today I have been fighting off a migraine since I woke up. I've been successful so far, but I haven't completely gotten rid of the warning symptoms. I have something on campus tonight, and I am desperately hoping that the migraine goes away before that, because I'd hate to miss the event. But as I'm sitting here typing this post, I can feel the advanced warning symptoms coming on: dizziness, nausea, light sensitivity. Aaaarrgh!
I hate that I am such a slave to my body this way. When a migraine hits, my world stops. I cannot function. Often, the pain is so great that it brings me to tears. It totally consumes me. I can only get rid of it by completely retreating from the world, into a dark room---but at the same time, I need some sound to distract me from the intense pain, because otherwise it is too much to bear.
The time before the migraine hits is the worst---because I know what's coming, I know exactly what to expect, and I fear the pain. And, I know that I am powerless to stop it at this stage. (Unless that damn Excedrin kicks in within the next 10 minutes!)
Update: I'm still feeling a bit shaky, but after closing my door and putting my head down on my desk for a half hour, I felt a bit more human. Most importantly, I made it to and through the campus event. Yay!