Migraine of A Lifetime!
I have had migraines since I was 13. I am now 33. They, unfortunately, run in my family, so, I know my son will have to suffer as I have. But I am going to share the worse one I have ever experienced.
I was 25 and working in a glove factory. It was a hot job with little to no fresh air available. Sewing machines squealing away and a thunderstorm raging outside. Suddenly someone stabs me directly behind my left eye. No one actually stabbed me. Grabbing my face and falling to the floor. I know what is going on. I have had many of them in the past but this is by far the worst. My stomach immediately flips and the smell of machine oil is rancid and assaulting my nose. My vision is blurry and everything has this strange halo surrounding it.
Nausea from migraine at work
My boss comes to see what is going on due to me laying on the floor holding my head together with nowhere near enough hands to do such. As she comes within touching range I vomit all over her brand new shoes and pants, oh, and the gloves that I was sewing together. A whole case ruined. Stammering through an apology and an explanation, I try to stand up. Obviously, a wrong thing to do. I feel like my feet are no longer a part of my body. I have no control over my legs. My boss picks me up and sets me back into my chair. Telling me that I don't need to apologize. (She is a migraine sufferer too.)
Support from my boss
She gives me her sunglasses to help with the lighting issues. I catch my breath and she leads me to my car. All the while asking me if I have someone who can come and get me (I do not since I am the only one with a license). I slowly shake my head, mistake, since I am afraid to open my mouth the speak.
A terrible hospital experience
I start my car and drive home. I am extremely glad that it is a trip I have made a million times before and could drive it blindfolded. A 15-minute trip took 45 minutes due to how slowly I drove. I got home and my husband who isn't supposed to be driving drove me to the hospital. There I was accused of faking it. Looking for attention. They do give me a shot of a pain killer that has no effect. An hour later another shot of something else. By this time I am all but begging someone to cut off my head so I don't have to feel it anymore. I swear I hear my hair growing and screaming in pain from the growth. The fire alarm goes off at the hospital. That was the last straw.
Finally finding some relief
I start crying. A migraine and now crying. Things are only getting worse for me. My husband is pacing thinking that I am having a brain aneurism. Of course, I have to go through all the stupid tests to confirm that that wasn't the case. I was in the hospital from 9 am until almost 6 pm. Finally, the pain lessens and I am more coherent. My feet are now my own to command but my head is still throbbing. I will never forget that day. All the frustrations of people not believing me and the sounds of grass growing and new stars being born. I never want to relive that day.
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