Post-migraine thoughts
or Post: Migraine
I’m not a big fan of the Fourth of July.
It often gives me a headache.
I grew up afraid of firecrackers, fireworks, and other dangerous, fiery, exploding things.
For a long time, I couldn’t even strike a match!
If I were a Rugrat, I’d be Chuckie with, “Umm, guys, I don’t think this is such a good idea…”
Just saying.
Anyway, although I still get headaches, I enjoy fireworks much more than I used to. But I had a migraine… and it was mild and somewhat manageable… on July 4th this year. But my husband and son went to see them from a distance—some were on the river, some in the cities across the river, and you could see them from behind the local community center, and hear them loud and clear.
I was okay with not going. But not ecstatic.
And the next day I woke up with a mean migraine. And once again, as many migraineurs and I do, I try to figure out if this one is an all-day knock you flat on your back migraine? Is it worse than the day before?
It was worse.
“So I died and went to work…” a line from Neko Case’s song “Bad Luck.”
Admitted my migraine was bigger than me and I needed help.
Came to believe that my Sumatriptan nasal spray would help.
Also came to believe that I deserved to feel well! So I sat and sprayed one nostril with Sumatriptan, and within half an hour, the headache and nausea were gone.
Working = a co-writing session in the BATCAVE, and doing some writing. That was today.
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I have some questions about all sorts of stuff and please, please feel free to comment or use as prompts:
What would a perfect day be for you?
Is there such a thing as a “devil” driving all the hurt and sorrow in the world?
Is there a god who is perfect? I mean, look at the Greek gods — they were powerful and immortal, but perfect? I think not. Feel free to argue this point.
Have you ever had a perfect sandwich? Please explain. I am hungry.