Migraines
Migraines, or as I like to think of them, “little black clouds of hell buzzing around my brain”, tend to sneak up on me when I least expect it. Take today for instance, an innocent, bright sunny Monday morning. I had a good sleep, I woke up five minutes before the alarm and got out of bed without issue. Which is more than I can say for most mornings, as you all will soon realize, I am not a morning person. I’m working on it; there’s a group that meets twice a week, at 11 of course, because what better time to discuss our deep hatred of all things early, chipper and cheery than just before lunch? Okay I made that up, the support group part, though if there was such a thing with meetings at say 3 pm, I’d be all over it. Now this loathing for mornings started early on, though I think the real culprit was the amount of sports I played in Junior High. The sheer volume was enough to keep me permanently tired. Combine the fact that I am a master procrastinator and would put off my homework until immediately before bed or the bus ride to school, and voila, a sufficiently exhausted kid who had to get up early after going to bed late. I blame this pattern for most of my fashion choices in high school, and by choices I mean, the lack of effort at all. I was the Queen of “do I look like I care?”. Sweat pants, yoga pants, track pants, maybe jeans on a good day all with a standard baggy hoody. In the winter there would be a toque disguising the disaster that was my hair, warmer months, a ponytail would have to suffice. I fell in love with bandanas somewhere around grade 11, I blame season 1 of Gilmore Girls, and began to rock the high messy pony with a bandana tied up to prevent its escape.
Ouch. Right, migraine, I forgot about you briefly. Coffee, two glasses of water and only half of my breakfast seemed to be soothing you. I went to take another bite of my country fried steak and there you were firmly telling me, “nope not gonna happen this morning”. I wonder if the waitress could see the black cloud? Instead of getting the full size portion as I always do, she kindly ( for the first time) offered me the mini portion. I can never finish both of my steaks anyway and usually bring one home so I happily agreed. Now I am disappointed, looking at my leftover steak and forgotten toast. It’s so good, why can’t I just have a few more bites? Small nibble of toast, stomach turns. Ookaayy. Migraine-2 Tayler-0. At least I can drink my coffee.
Speaking of coffee, it should probably be the worst thing for me to ingest when I have a migraine, seeing as 90% (this is a rough statistic I remember reading somewhere and have absolutely zero proof to back it up) of all headaches are caused by dehydration. Which is why, every time I drink one cup of coffee I drink two cups of water. So now I shall spend the remainder of my morning running around town finding the nearest bathroom, peeing out the migraine!
Okay, two cups of coffee in and my brain is slowly starting to function. I have my emergency migraine kit usually tucked away safely in my purse, however after finding a steal at My Sisters Closet last week while in Cave Creek, I have yet to switch over everything. The acquisition of a new purse is something similar to the joining of families, by the time everything is assimilated and makes sense, I’ve found a new love and am ready to divorce the in-laws! Hence, why I didn’t have my emergency migraine kit present when the black cloud began to take over on my drive into town! The kit contains the essentials, my Migrastick
(an essential oil blend roll on that has worked miracles since my first year of college), Ibuprofen, sunglasses and a soft pink lipstick, to detract from the fact that my face is most likely screwed up in pain.
Now this blog has already been scattered at best this morning, but I have to mention my soundtrack. Since I sat down at the restaurant it seems as though the music has been trying to reassure and encourage me to enjoy the rest of my day. First was Cindy Lauper “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”, then when I took the last bite of my steak, “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” and finally “I Will Survive”. I swear, I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to. Well I am off to get groceries and continue my battle with Migraine Monday! Keep your butt in the tack, head in the clouds and energy grounded. <3
