Guess what? I woke without a migraine today!
Written late August 2015
Today when I woke up, I didn’t have a migraine.
True that I didn’t feel great or pain-free or even energized, but I DIDN’T HAVE ANY SIGN OF A MIGRAINE, which feels utterly miraculous after the week I’ve had. I actually feel okay.
Yesterday I went to a funeral for my best friend’s grandmother. This grandmother, whom I’ve been visiting and spending time with for nearly half my life, had been “not herself,” as they say, for the last couple of years, and all who loved her were glad to know her suffering had ended. But it is always profoundly sad to know that someone we love is no longer here to love, to create, to laugh, and to make us laugh. Many of you can identify with my tendency to get a migraine every time I have to go to a funeral. Major life events, particularly those where lots of others are present and emotions are high and some travel time is involved, tend to be migraine times for me.
This past week, I had taken as many triptans as I could take safely without fearing for a rebound headache, so I picked up more rescue meds (this time I’m trying Tylenol 3—aka Tylenol with codeine) from the pharmacy before we drove to the funeral. I had a feeling a migraine would show up at some point. Luckily the beast waited until we were on the way home, so I was mostly myself at the funeral and the meal afterward.
All this is to say I had every reason in the world to believe I’d wake up with a killer migraine today. I overslept four days this week, have a ton of work stress (mainly due to missed or delayed work related to migraine), heard a huge thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and woke up to a swampy-wet and supremely overcast day. All that said, I am okay so far. Not bad, not good, but okay.
When I’m in what I call a migraine flare, this is all I can really ask for and what I’m really grateful for: an okay day.
Right now Satchel and I are sitting on the back porch, which is actually too humid to be truly comfortable. He is sniffing things and stretching and looking suspiciously toward the sound of barking dogs a few streets away. My freshly-brewed coffee is on the desk, and I’m looking out at the lush wooded lot behind our house as I write. My hip aches and my neck is tight and I remain sleepier than I should be considering the time of day, but I don’t have a migraine, and I’m going to count that as a win.
Before you ever got ill—if you can remember that time—did you ever imagine that a day where you were achy and tired would be considered a “good” day? After a week or longer of everyday migraines, what are some of your first thoughts when you awake and realize you don’t have a migraine that day (at least not yet)?
Can you tell when a migraine attack is coming?