The Migraine Grinch
Waking up in a foul mood, I found fault with everyone and everything that crossed my path. Nothing could please me. I even nitpicked over dinner, where normally I am gracious. After all, my husband worked all day, got home late, and then took the time to prepare us a meal. Instead, I complained and criticized everything. Only when my husband remarked that I seemed moody did I realize what was happening.
It was past 9:00 pm when I finally realized that the world was not full of idiots. Then I felt the sting of shame. I had been online most of the afternoon and probably posted some unfairly harsh comments. I was so embarrassed. Resisting the urge to get back online, I used stream of consciousness writing to purge all the irritation and anger inside. Shortly after midnight, I crawled into bed to wait for the migraine attack guaranteed to arrive.
Sure enough, migraine made its appearance early the next morning. For once all those ice packs, water bottles, and PRN med tray came in handy. I tied a smaller ice pack to my forehead with a scarf and pressed a larger one between my neck and the pillow. I dispensed a green naratriptan tablet, a dose of diphenhydramine, and a dose of naproxen just like my headache doctor recommends. Tossing them in my mouth, I take a swig of water from my new purple stainless steel water bottle. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the meds to kick in.
Several hours later, I woke up hungry and still in pain. Swapping out the now warm ice packs for cold ones, I slowly made my way to the kitchen for some breakfast. At least the nausea disappeared so I could finally eat something. As I crunched my way through a bowl of cereal, it hit me.
I needed to apologize to a few people for my rude behavior. This “walk of shame” is part of my postdrome hangover. Despite knowing migraine controlled my mood and thinking, I still felt a sense of responsibility to protect others from the symptoms of this disease. This time, I missed it and hurt others.
Apparently, those Botox injections have worn off. Thankfully, only a few days remain before my appointment. Still, the past 24 hours are a strong reminder that migraine still has my brain in its grip.
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