|Sketch a day #11 - 15 minutes.|
Day two, you realize what is going on, but now the medicine won't work. You should have taken it yesterday.
Day three, people are trying to drag you off to the emergency room, but you know that they will tell you the same thing as last time, and you promise that it if is still going on tomorrow, you will go.
Fortunately, there's a guy at the mall that knows what to do. You drag yourself there with one eye open. You grunt and point, and mumble, "20 minutes" and while what he is doing seems torturous at the moment, and you pray to God that he doesn't actually paralyze you with his gyrations, you leave feeling a bit lighter, and after a nice long nap and a ton of water, you merely feel nauseous.
You've survived another migraine! Technically, I think mine are tension headaches that turn into cluster headaches... but they are no fun at all.
It makes me sad to know that my son had these his entire childhood. I am so glad that he rarely ever gets them anymore. If it weren't for homeschooling though, he would have never been successful because they could derail an entire day of school, but at home, I could put him in bed at the first sign, rub his back, and administer medicine... he could catch up later, or perhaps later in the afternoon depended on when we caught it.
Till next time.