Yes, I would like a little cheese with my whine
Two days in a row now, I’ve woken up with a migraine headache.
Yesterday, I managed to get Margaret to school and teach my class with the pound-pound-pounding in my head and sickness in my gut. When I got home from class, I broke down and gave myself an Imitrex injection. After, I felt well enough to get some work done.
Today, when I realized I was sick again, my mood turned quickly. I had a crumby morning followed by another injection.
I’m well enough again to work, but those migraines and the associated medication get to me. I feel so hopeless. I haven’t been doing anything that usually triggers my migraines. Instead, I’ve been eating well and going to the gym. I should feel awesome.
I don’t and it blows.
Of course, there are always other things that add to me feeling down, but that’s how life works. There are always things to make you feel better and some to make you feel worse. Normally, I choose to focus on the things that make me feel better.
But these migraines are insidious. They creep into my psyche and mess stuff up. I start fearing that I will never not have migraines. I will always feel terrible and have to keep giving myself painful shots of powerful medicine.
It wears me down.
But I’ll work today and spend time with my family tonight and hope tomorrow is back to normal.