I have a migraine. I sit here at my desk with my head pounding, my stomach churning and this mornings breakfast sitting at the back of my throat waiting to make a hasty exit the same way it went it. Yet I sit here at work allow the misery to worsen from the fluorescent lighting and constant noise. The slightest movement makes me dizzy and increases the nausea. My stomach is bloated like a starving child's in a third world country. Each word I speak feels as though it takes as much effort as a flight of stairs. Agitation over the pain and dizziness makes me cross thus my statements come out quite curt. Every once in awhile I close my eyes, put my head in my hands and sigh deeply. As soon as the familiar darkness encompasses me the dizziness kicks in and I feel my breakfast elevating a little more than I am comfortable with. Thankfully, should it decide to show itself again I am a very quiet barfer. Lovely thought, no?
The problem with migraines like these is it doesn't even matter if you attempt to lie very, very still with no light and no sound you still don't feel better. The nausea still comes in waves and the dizziness still twirls your brain matter around like a never ending merry-go-round. Adding in the mere thought of horses going up and down and you are sure to find me in the fetal position on the cool bathroom tile willing myself not to lose whatever is left in my innards.
The worst yet is the self pity that comes with such illnesses. You suffer silently in your own little world of never ending motion sicknesses. I feel as though the only thing that would make me feel better is a significant other letting me lie my feet across them on the couch while they pat my hand and tell me how much they would like for me to feel better and continuously ask me if they can get me anything. Yes, I throw quite the pity party when I am ill and it's a damn shame no one ever shows up to join in on the festivities.
I am exiting now. I've decided I can't bare to be in the upright position much longer, thus I am going home. If you care to join me I will be on the couch in my flannel pjs, warm fuzzy blanket over the top, sandwiched in between two dogs with a cat plopped on top. Actually, now that I think of it, there probably isn't any room left for company anyway.
posted by angelsarentfree at
9:21 AM
I have a migraine. I sit here at my desk with my head pounding, my stomach churning and this mornings breakfast sitting at the back of my throat waiting to make a hasty exit the same way it went it. Yet I sit here at work allow the misery to worsen from the fluorescent lighting and constant noise. The slightest movement makes me dizzy and increases the nausea. My stomach is bloated like a starving child's in a third world country. Each word I speak feels as though it takes as much effort as a flight of stairs. Agitation over the pain and dizziness makes me cross thus my statements come out quite curt. Every once in awhile I close my eyes, put my head in my hands and sigh deeply. As soon as the familiar darkness encompasses me the dizziness kicks in and I feel my breakfast elevating a little more than I am comfortable with. Thankfully, should it decide to show itself again I am a very quiet barfer. Lovely thought, no?
The problem with migraines like these is it doesn't even matter if you attempt to lie very, very still with no light and no sound you still don't feel better. The nausea still comes in waves and the dizziness still twirls your brain matter around like a never ending merry-go-round. Adding in the mere thought of horses going up and down and you are sure to find me in the fetal position on the cool bathroom tile willing myself not to lose whatever is left in my innards.
The worst yet is the self pity that comes with such illnesses. You suffer silently in your own little world of never ending motion sicknesses. I feel as though the only thing that would make me feel better is a significant other letting me lie my feet across them on the couch while they pat my hand and tell me how much they would like for me to feel better and continuously ask me if they can get me anything. Yes, I throw quite the pity party when I am ill and it's a damn shame no one ever shows up to join in on the festivities.
I am exiting now. I've decided I can't bare to be in the upright position much longer, thus I am going home. If you care to join me I will be on the couch in my flannel pjs, warm fuzzy blanket over the top, sandwiched in between two dogs with a cat plopped on top. Actually, now that I think of it, there probably isn't any room left for company anyway.
3 Comments:
Oh you poor thing - I get them, too and they are the worst. The London Migraine Clinic once described them to me as akin to a computer crashing - complete system shut down. I truly hope you feel better soon.
Puss
I get them too ..
Take a shit load of benedryl ( antihistimine.. take 2-4 pills) and put a heating pad on your head ..
It really works
aww! i'm so sorry you felt like this!
and i'm sorry i'm so belated in commenting. but gosh, curled up on the couch with your little furry companions sure sounds marvelous.
and i'm right there with you with regard to the pity party thing. somehow i'm always convinced that a significant other would just make everything better.
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