BY: JANA GREENE
Thank you for all prayers and well-wishes. I’d love to say the migraine is fine, but it’s not.
Disappointment is waking up with the pain that you hoped to have “slept off.” It is less intense today, so far (and thank God,) but is still present.
It’s been many moons since I’ve had a migraine reaction this bad. The EDS /POTs are contributing factors, but for some reason, it’s amped up beyond what I can stand.
On top of everything else going on with my body, it’s too much. And I told God so last night.
I told him I’m most unhappy with the earth suit he chose for me to haul my spirit around in this earthly domain.
“What’s the big idea,” I may have said. “I don’t need a super healthy bod. I’m not asking to be a@&)/a% Kardashian body, for shit’s sake. I don’t need a body with which run marathons.
Or even one that has a normal degree of health to regularly do normalsauce things like take long walks. Or hell…even have the ability to open a jar without dislocating my wrist or throwing my thumb out of the socket. I’m not demanding , really. Just give me the energy to go to the grocery store without it sapping me for the rest of the day.
Id ust like to be able to EXIST without a constant barrage of miscellaneous disabilities and constant PAIN.”
A migraine is not a headache. It’s a gauntlet.
Here is a synopsis of my migraine thoughts yesterday:
The pain is so bad, I think it will kill me.
Don’t even CARE if it kills me.
PLEASE let it kill me.
The light, it burns.
Even the lamp light.
Even the NIGHT LIGHT light.
Even the lines of light coming under my light-blocking shades.
The nausea. It’s hellish. The thought of barfing with this headache is going to make a migraine I can not possibly getting worse, WORSE.
If my head were a giant grape, I could squish it and the pain would stop.
What can I use to squish my grape-head?
Can I hire someon to squish it, as a mission of mercy?
Everything I see is double.
Everything I see has an aura.
Lay still and maybe the migraine will stop.
Holy shit, I can’t just lay still here without it searing my brain.
Holy shit, I can’t move around without it searing my brain.
Holy shit WHATS A GIRL GOTTA DO HERE TO GET RID OF A MIGRAINE!?
There are no words in the human language to describe severe migraine suffering.
Oy vey, y’all.
I really need this to end.
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Just bloody brilliant beautiful and barely bearable to even read!!!
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Thank you, sweet friend. It’s the only way I know to deal!