My Typical Migraine Has Ruined My Life

I am coming off of a three-day migraine and my vision is still blurry with my body still weak. I’ve had migraines since I was four, but they have become much worse over the course of two years. I am not able to hold down a job due to them, and even got a hardship from the military over one bad migraine after another.

I have had eleven migraines in twenty days, with them lasting anywhere from 24 hours to four days in a row. My migraines are some of the worse that my doctor has seen in Oklahoma. My entire family has them, but none as worse as mine and my dad.

A few days ago I began to feel better so I took my children to the grocery store with me. We were verily in there long enough to grab a box of cereal when I felt one coming. I handed my purse to my oldest daughter and told her to pay, and handed my phone to my middle daughter and told her to call her dad. By the time we had walked to the truck, my body was numb and I was confused. We sat in the truck and waited for him to pick us up. It happened that quick.

This isn’t all that happens when I have a migraine; I see squiggly lines and sometimes go blind in one eye or both. I go numb on one side, as well as my face, lips, and throat. It often feels like I am fighting to breath. Like my body was shot full of Novocain. I can’t talk, and when I do it comes out as though I am mentally confused. Nothing on my body works correctly.

It isn’t finished yet. After the numbness, mental confusion, and blindness sweep through my body, then the pounding begins. It is a pain that feels like no other. Like a sledge hammer ripped through the back of my head and up the side. The pounding last for days with the other symptoms coming and going whenever they feel like it. Along with the pounding usually comes me with my head hurled in a toilet, holding my head and throwing up at the same time.

I wish that everyone would have at least one migraine in their lifetime so they know how it feels. With this being said, I wouldn’t wish a migraine on my worst enemy.

The only relief I can find is a dark room, with dark sunglasses, two ice packs (one at my neck, one at my forehead or side), a bucket to throw up in, and pure silence.

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