Now, it’s migraine madness

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I’ve experienced a few migraines in my day, but I don’t consider myself a perennial sufferer. I’m hoping the headache I survived this weekend is not a sign of things to come. Here’s what happened.

My husband, Doo, and I were out shopping at Fry’s. If you’ve never been, think Wal-Mart meets Best Buy with a dash of Menards. I needed a new camera as I abandoned my last one in the bottom of a beach bag. During the course of its exile, the salt and sand conspired to cement the lens shut. Anyhoo, we’d located a replacement and were browsing through the laptop sector when I started having vision issues. I thought it was due to all the flashing electronics but warned Doo, “If I go down, check for stroke.” We chuckled and continued on.

Part of me thought I was imagining the floaters and blind spots – after all, my last migraine was in 2004 − so I kept trying to focus on the carpet and Doo’s shoes. By the time we had paid and made our way to the car though, I was fairly certain I was in trouble.

Next up on our Saturday itinerary was Costco of all places, so I played the mind-over-matter card. You are fine. You will not develop a headache. We really needed toilet paper! But a mild pain began right in between my eyes as I searched for a parking spot, and after reaching the frozen foods, a mere five minutes later, I was scouring the place for a restroom in case of an emergency puke.

Doo stared at me and said, “Do we need to go?” I nodded, and sprinted for the exit. We hadn’t put one thing in our cart, and that’s saying something at Costco. With Doo at the wheel and me practicing Lamaze in the reclined passenger seat, we raced for home. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn’t clamp down on the nausea. Doo got me the Fry’s bag moments before the dry heaving hit.

Once home, the real vomiting started, along with short bursts of intense pain behind my left eye. Lying down in my dark, quiet bedroom did little to alleviate the migraine, as I prayed for sweet Jesus to just let me pass out. Eventually I did doze off, and woke an hour or so later with no headache. That’s the strangest part about migraines for me, how quickly they come and go. I just hope this was a once-in-a-decade thing. We still need toilet paper! Peace out.


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Now, it’s migraine madness

0

I’ve experienced a few migraines in my day, but I don’t consider myself a perennial sufferer. I’m hoping the headache I survived this weekend is not a sign of things to come. Here’s what happened.

My husband, Doo, and I were out shopping at Fry’s. If you’ve never been, think Wal-Mart meets Best Buy with a dash of Menards. I needed a new camera as I abandoned my last one in the bottom of a beach bag. During the course of its exile, the salt and sand conspired to cement the lens shut. Anyhoo, we’d located a replacement and were browsing through the laptop sector when I started having vision issues. I thought it was due to all the flashing electronics but warned Doo, “If I go down, check for stroke.” We chuckled and continued on.

Part of me thought I was imagining the floaters and blind spots – after all, my last migraine was in 2004 − so I kept trying to focus on the carpet and Doo’s shoes. By the time we had paid and made our way to the car though, I was fairly certain I was in trouble.

Next up on our Saturday itinerary was Costco of all places, so I played the mind-over-matter card. You are fine. You will not develop a headache. We really needed toilet paper! But a mild pain began right in between my eyes as I searched for a parking spot, and after reaching the frozen foods, a mere five minutes later, I was scouring the place for a restroom in case of an emergency puke.

Doo stared at me and said, “Do we need to go?” I nodded, and sprinted for the exit. We hadn’t put one thing in our cart, and that’s saying something at Costco. With Doo at the wheel and me practicing Lamaze in the reclined passenger seat, we raced for home. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn’t clamp down on the nausea. Doo got me the Fry’s bag moments before the dry heaving hit.

Once home, the real vomiting started, along with short bursts of intense pain behind my left eye. Lying down in my dark, quiet bedroom did little to alleviate the migraine, as I prayed for sweet Jesus to just let me pass out. Eventually I did doze off, and woke an hour or so later with no headache. That’s the strangest part about migraines for me, how quickly they come and go. I just hope this was a once-in-a-decade thing. We still need toilet paper! Peace out.


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