Bright Lights, and You

Another day, another aura migraine.
The sun is my kryptonite. What a pain.

I want to tell you a story about Doctor Fell, the neurologist from hell.
I went to see her one day. You see, my brain was being hammered and my eyes would not behave.
She turned down the lights and said “that’s no ordinary migraine.
I want to help you. But first, let me point this flashlight into your eyes to see the pain.”
I scream and swat away her pen with all my might.
She stepped back and said, “sounds about right.”

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
The reason why, I cannot tell.
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” she said with two right hands in the air.
Either she’s a demon or a squirrel
Because I counted six fingers on that nutty girl.
“I can write you a prescription for Imitrex.
I know you hate taking pills but these are some of the best.”

“Do you have any non-drug drugs?” I asked laughing in pain.
She said, “I have a turkey and egg salad sandwich on whole grain.”
You try to help. But understand, I do not want green eggs and ham.
I’m vegan, not a trypto-fan.

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
The reason why, I cannot tell.
But this I know, and know full well,
I walked out of that office with a smile from Doctor Fell.

Another day, another aura migraine.
May the joys of life distract you from the pain.

Oh, and I was wrong. I am a tryptophan. Go nuts!

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