I only recently figured out that what I thought were just Really Bad Headaches were, in fact, migraines. I feel validated, I suppose. Nice to know that when I was curled up in bed with an eye mask on, wishing I owned ear plugs and strong narcotics, that I wasn’t just being a big wimp.
So, I went to my doc. “Doc,” says I, “whimper big pain sniffle sound sensitivity sob nausea whine” and so on. Doc, knowing I have no health insurance, kindly writes me a scrip for the generic stuff, Midrin.
Surprise, surprise, one day later, I’m out with a friend and starting to wonder why I’m feeling sick to my stomach. Then I notice the sound sensitivity - which starts with feeling like someone’s trying to do a Roy Batty to my head - and it occurs to me that I’m about to go into a full blown migraine, the kind that usually lasts several hours. I grab my medication, take two red pills and hang in there.
In half an hour, it’s gone. Like someone has peeled a skin tight wrapping of pain off my head, it’s gone. No more nausea, my ears spring back into their correct position, my head is clear as a bell. Half an hour, when usually I’m out for five or six hours at least.
Hot DAMN! This is fantastic! It’s as big a deal as getting my depression treated. All of a sudden, I have this chunk of time with my friend back, when before it would have been completely lost. I don’t have to worry about these things hitting out of nowhere or deal with hours of throbbing pain that I can’t do anything about.
So, look, you guys: if you’ve got Really Bad Headaches that might be migraines, go see your doc. Treat 'em! IT. IS. A. GOOD. THING. Seriously.