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A bit of whinging about migraine
Sep. 25th, 2007 11:31 amBecause I had one yesterday.
What I hate most about migraine (apart from the obvious, i.e. headache, vomiting and generally feeling I'd rather die) is that the symptoms heralding an oncoming attack are always different. Yesterday, e.g., it was continuous sneezing and a runny nose. Sometimes it's asthma. Sometimes - better because clearly identifiable - it's the flashing geometric patterns migrating across my field of vision. Sometimes all the teeth in my upper jaw start hurting.
If it's the latter two, I can be sure it's a migraine and take my pills. But when it's strange symptoms, like yesterday's irritated nose, I have to wait until the attack has fully developed, which is a bitch.
So I didn't do any writing yesterday, and instead chose to sleep it out, which resulted in 10 hrs of sleeping. It did me a world of good, though, and today I'm feeling all bright and bushy-tailed (insofar as the latter is possible for a piglet, but we won't argue, will we).
Cornelius, my big, fat, cuddly boy obviously sensed what I needed and spent the night on my head. There's nothing better than a warm, soft cat on your head when you're suffering.
That's it, more or less.
Today is a lovely, cool autumn day, with just the right amount of work. There'll be grocery shopping after work, and then more writing tonight, I think.
What I hate most about migraine (apart from the obvious, i.e. headache, vomiting and generally feeling I'd rather die) is that the symptoms heralding an oncoming attack are always different. Yesterday, e.g., it was continuous sneezing and a runny nose. Sometimes it's asthma. Sometimes - better because clearly identifiable - it's the flashing geometric patterns migrating across my field of vision. Sometimes all the teeth in my upper jaw start hurting.
If it's the latter two, I can be sure it's a migraine and take my pills. But when it's strange symptoms, like yesterday's irritated nose, I have to wait until the attack has fully developed, which is a bitch.
So I didn't do any writing yesterday, and instead chose to sleep it out, which resulted in 10 hrs of sleeping. It did me a world of good, though, and today I'm feeling all bright and bushy-tailed (insofar as the latter is possible for a piglet, but we won't argue, will we).
Cornelius, my big, fat, cuddly boy obviously sensed what I needed and spent the night on my head. There's nothing better than a warm, soft cat on your head when you're suffering.
That's it, more or less.
Today is a lovely, cool autumn day, with just the right amount of work. There'll be grocery shopping after work, and then more writing tonight, I think.
