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May. 22nd, 2003 06:06 pmWell, that was interesting.
Was sitting on the El, reading my book, trying to breathe calmly and allow my muscles to relax as much as possible. The migraine-like pain had struck sometime during the day, and regular old Bayer or what-have-you isn't going to slam it into submission, so I drank water and just, I don't know, tried to chill out.
My mother used to have to lie in her darkened bedroom, eyes circled in darkness from pain and exhaustion, mouth pressed into two pale lines, hands clenched, then unclenched. She'd sometimes keep a plastic bucket by the side of the bed for when she'd throw up.
I used to get what were most likely migraines as a teenager, as well. I think it was the stress of our existence, how poor we were and how stretched we felt at times, but I never seemed to have all those awful, cymbal-crashing symptoms that my mom did.
Until just now, on the train, when I was sitting pressed into the hard plastic seat, and suddenly my throat felt funny and my mouth felt ... different, and my stomach lurched, and
well, nothing. The nausea passed. But my head throbbed even further, constriction over my scalp, to the roots of my hair. I can feel a band of ache from my left shoulder all the way up my neck like a rope of heat and stress, on up into my skull, my warm skull, pushed and crammed into its own space, not fitting it well.
My eyes are glassy. They don't feel watery, but they look teary nonetheless.
Mostly I didn't sleep much, or well, last night. A bit of this is money worry, and a bit more is just general blues. I'm hoping sleep cures. A bit of sleep, perhaps some goofy eye mask to keep some gentle pressure there, sips of water, maybe some soup. A little hope would be nice, too.
Was sitting on the El, reading my book, trying to breathe calmly and allow my muscles to relax as much as possible. The migraine-like pain had struck sometime during the day, and regular old Bayer or what-have-you isn't going to slam it into submission, so I drank water and just, I don't know, tried to chill out.
My mother used to have to lie in her darkened bedroom, eyes circled in darkness from pain and exhaustion, mouth pressed into two pale lines, hands clenched, then unclenched. She'd sometimes keep a plastic bucket by the side of the bed for when she'd throw up.
I used to get what were most likely migraines as a teenager, as well. I think it was the stress of our existence, how poor we were and how stretched we felt at times, but I never seemed to have all those awful, cymbal-crashing symptoms that my mom did.
Until just now, on the train, when I was sitting pressed into the hard plastic seat, and suddenly my throat felt funny and my mouth felt ... different, and my stomach lurched, and
well, nothing. The nausea passed. But my head throbbed even further, constriction over my scalp, to the roots of my hair. I can feel a band of ache from my left shoulder all the way up my neck like a rope of heat and stress, on up into my skull, my warm skull, pushed and crammed into its own space, not fitting it well.
My eyes are glassy. They don't feel watery, but they look teary nonetheless.
Mostly I didn't sleep much, or well, last night. A bit of this is money worry, and a bit more is just general blues. I'm hoping sleep cures. A bit of sleep, perhaps some goofy eye mask to keep some gentle pressure there, sips of water, maybe some soup. A little hope would be nice, too.
