I've got this feeling... inside my head. It feels like all of the dwarfs and trolls are dancing, singing, and using pick axes trying to find my sanity.
Once upon a time... okay seriously, my entire life, I have suffered from migraines. They have been beyond horrible. A few landed me in emergency rooms in need of morphine, some made me question my ability to live, and others drew the attention of police. That last one was actually a funny story.
For the last three days, I have had this lingering and nagging head ache. I left my Wednesday meeting feeling like my eyeballs were about to pop and I am fairly certain I said a few nonsensical things. I thought it was a blood sugar headache because I was really hungry. I was wrong. Even the best naked burrito couldn't help that sucker. I decided to go home and fall asleep watching Trolls.
THursday, the pain continued. I was still working like crazy and focused well enough, but around 4pm, it reminded me it wasn't done. I got home and got a load of laundry and dishes done, but alas, I still ended up taking a three hour nap on the couch. The dreams I had during that nap were insane. It wasn't until I went to sleep for the evening that it got reallu bad. I had dreams my brain was swelling and more weird dreams. I even dreamed that the pain was so bad that I couldn't remember how to get home and had to look for one of my friends that has been to my apartment. It lasted until around 9:30 am when I finally knew I had to get to work, headache or not.
That evening, I went to a TInCaps game and luckily, the pain was maybe a 3/10. That was until the fireworks started. I was so excited to see them, until I heard them. My head started pulsating on the way home. I came home and jumped into bed fearing the worst, yet not knowing what was coming.
Amber is a jerk. I love that cat with all of my heart and soul, but you know what, sometimes I don't want to get up at 5:30 am. My head hurt so bad that I almost couldn't stand it. I thought about calling my mom immediately to tell her I couldn't come visit, but I thought I would just feed the cat and wait. I fed them and immediately went to throw up. Most migraine sufferers know the joy of vomiting. It is one of those love it/hate it things. I hate how bad the radiating pain going through my neck makes me nauseous and somehow makes me want to throw up like I have morning sickness. I love how every time I throw up I get 5 minutes of almost relief! Well eventually, I took up residence in the bathroom. I got a pillow and my blanket, got a hot rag, and tied some leggings around my eyes to keep the light out. Around 6:30, I had already thrown up 2 or 3 times and I decided that it was time to make the call. I didn't say I wasn't coming. I think I said "I am dying". I honestly don't remember much else other then throwing up, drinking water so I didn't dry heave, and sleeping on my new bathroom bed. Around 9:00 am, my mom showed up. She put me in bed with a bucket, force fed me pain medicine, and rubbed essential oils on my face and feet. She told me to go back to sleep and she was going to go grocery shopping. Jake happily guarded me every moment.
She came back and I walked out and said, "What did you do to me?" My headache was back down to a 2/10. I actually was hungry and thirsty. One of the things she wanted to do with me today was go over her possible new business venture, selling essential oils. Let's just say we spent many hours playing with oils an researching. If something can help my migraines, it can help anything.