Updated June, 2016
My life has consisted of unpredictable severe and incapacitating pain,
vomiting until breaking all the blood vessels in my face, accompanied by irritable bowel attacks as my body revolts against the enemy within. My blood pressure has dropped out of sight, literally.
I have always needed accommodations. I was the kid embarrassed
by having to raise my hand to go to the nurse's office, stopping by the
bathroom to vomit then laying on the cot waiting until I could get home, hoping
I didn't lose my lunch or my bowels on the bus. I was the young adult who had
to retreat to a dark room while in college and miss classes that I should not
miss. I remember my first REAL job as a young adult and working with a very
kind woman, who always made sure I had a dark place to go.
No difference came with age other than the advent of
Imitrex, which has made my life more bearable, though it does not work as well
as it once did. I have been made to feel that I created this problem. I have
lived long enough to be judged as a neurotic middle aged woman who couldn't
deal with life, and I have lived knowing the statistics of having a stroke as I
age into later life, because I am a migraineur.

I have been poked and prodded, promised miracle injections
that didn't work. I have had Botox(T) in my neck, which rendered me in so
much pain I cried every day until it wore off, that was several months. (I will
clarify that the Botox was to treat my cervical degeneration, not the migraine
protocol.)
Yes, I have lived the migraine life. There is no other pain
like it, and I have plenty of other pain conditions to boot. We all know that even
after an attack leaves, we do not feel like tripping through a field of flowers
as pharmaceutical ads imply—If only. We have come a long way in understanding
them, but we have miles to go before we sleep.
Help change the world. Raise awareness for migraine
treatment and prevention. Join a group like the AHMA, follow AmericanHeadache Society. Even if you don't have them
often, you know you never want them again.
My first blog of the month is here.
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2 comments:
I am so sorry, Celeste. I hear every painful word. I feel it too.
And I am sorry to hear you share this horrible disease.
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