Good Wayne

Monster Migraine

I got one of the worst migraines on Sunday morning. I woke up with it around 6 AM, which is always about twenty times worse than when it comes on during the day. I'm restless from having slept already, so falling back asleep --a key ingredient to seeking relief-- is so much harder to do at that point. Even when I start to pass out, any noise just wakes me right up. So I try to get up and move around and that just makes things worse.

It feels like there are barbed, steel spikes being driven into my brain, ripped out and shoved back in, in time with my pulse. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I downed a bunch of Tylenol and then some aspirin. I pass out at some point. Around noon, it's subsided enough that I can make it downstairs and have some coffee (before that headache decides to team up with the migraine and liquefy my brain).

The rest of the day I spent trying not to aggravating my head. Which means doing a whole lot of nothing but watching TV (mostly Mythbusters). I've said before that migraines leave this minor aching buzz in my head after the fact. Sort of like an echo of the headache --scar tissue. All day Monday I could still feel it, lurking in the back of my head. Even today I can still feel it there, waiting for the right stimulus to kick it back up into high gear. Staring at this monitor ain't going over so well at the moment.