Life in my head...

Rain

I used to love rain. I loved the sound of it on the roof, and the way the air would smell before the rain came. I loved the way the gutters would turn yellow with pollen after a spring rain. Now, rain is a harbinger of pain for me. If a front comes through, I take Diamox in preperation, to reduce the amount of cerobraspinal fluid in my brain, in hopes that it will prevent a migraine. I can definitely tell that Diamox helps, because my migraines aren't as severe, but it doesn't work completely. I shouldn't complain too much, as my migraines overall now are less frequent and less severe, but it still makes me sad. Instead of enjoying the rain, as I did when I was younger, I have to prepare for it and dread it.

Stupid Pollen

I've had such a wonderful week as far as migraines, I shouldn't be surprised that I'm all snotty now. Tim is sick, and I think I may be headed in that direction. I worked late this morning, and I was happy to do it, but I'm afraid that I'll regret it when it's time to crawl out of the bed tonight. Oh well, just one more night, and then I have a couple of days off.

Let-down migraines and cold fronts combined

This has been one heck of a weekend. We had serious storms this weekend, which is an automatic migraine for me. Lately I've also been getting let-down migraines. For the uninitiated, these are migraines when stress is over. So, I've had migraines every freaking off-day for the last two months. We went to dinner last night, and I didn't even make it past the appetizers. Tim had to take me home, and then rejoin the group. My dinner is still in a take-out container in the fridge. I've been mad at the world (one of my symptoms) and all I want to do is sleep. Which is not always easy for me. I see an ER visit in the very near future. Sometimes I'm very upset to find that I am still alive upon waking.