February 19th, 2008
My eyes are not open yet. The alarm is calling with its insistent “nature sounds.” Supposed to be a spring breeze; it sounds like a blistering gale. I crack an eyelid, reach and press the snooze. Do I still have a migraine? Not sure yet but I know I don’t want to wake up.
Danny rolls over. “Needa lilmor sleep,” I mumble. Opening my mouth and enunciating would be a mistake. I catch the elusive tails of my dream – something about books and a cat. Drift into vagueness. Ten minutes passes like no time. More roaring wind. I reach to turn it off, eyes still closed. Danny gets up. I roll onto my back, checking. Crick in the neck. Roll the head gently on the neck. Body is okay. Little point of pain lodged over the left temple. Tiny. Like a bad little seed. “You should have taken the Imitrex last night,” I chide myself. But I don’t know. There is no absolute answer.
Sun is pouring in around the edges of the blinds. The covers are warm. My husband is cheerful. He is wishing me good morning. I am stretching gently, still unsure. If I move will the seed grow? I have slept enough, but should I be getting up? Should my responsibilities be pulling me into the day? Should my fear of the next migraine pull me back to bed? Where do good sense and balance lie? I don’t know the answer. But I know I want to get up, I want to get to my good work, I want to live my life. I stand and start my stretches. Pain seed
does not go away, but neither does it grow. Still dormant. I move into my day.
Will I have to reset the migraine ticker? What will I write in my migraine diary? Maybe the pain will leave entirely. It may stay; it may or may not grow. I will get down on the floor and stretch. I will take all my supplements and medications. I will try very hard to eat right. I will meditate before work. I will plan my day and stick as best I can to my plan. I will take a walk, pray and let go of fear and anxiety. Ten minutes at a time, or an hour, or a day. Let me appreciate each moment without pain.
– Megan Oltman
“How are you feeling?” “Okay.” “Just okay?” “Okay is not bad, I’ll take it.”
Tags: managing life with migraine, migraine, post-drome
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January 25th, 2008
Yesterday the beast sank its claws into my brain,
Oh yes yesterday the beast sank its claws into my brain,
It may be awhile ‘fore I can shake ‘im loose again.
I got them old migraine blues again, mama!
I keep trying and trying to live a healthy life,
Yeah I just keep on trying to live a healthy life,
And I’ve got to keep on fighting, against the pain and strife,
Got them old Migraine blues again!
I’m trying to earn a living, just trying to make some bread,
Yes I got to earn a living, my kids do need that bread,
But it’s hard to keep on working with that beast perched on my head.
Is there light down the tunnel, this ain’t no funhouse ride!
Want that light down the tunnel, cause this ain’t no funhouse ride –
The light sure wants to blind me, but I’m tryin’ to let that slide.
Today I’m just post-droming and the beast has slunk away
Yes I think now I’m post-droming and the beast has slunk away
I’m trying to take it easy so he don’t come back today
Got them old migraine blues again, Mama!
If anybody wants to set this to music, let me know! Post-drome, if you’re not familiar, is the part of the migraine after the headache is past. For me it’s weak and shaky and my head’s a little tender. Lately I can’t always tell if it’s post-drome or just a let-up in the pain. But it’s a better way to start the day than in the midst of the head pain.
– Megan
Post-droming and hoping, to keep the beast away
claws image courtesy of delta407
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