The neuroscience nurse got what was probably only the second migraine of her life last night.
I think I might've had one about three, or maybe ten, years ago. I actually called Beloved Sister, who gets them fairly frequently, to describe the symptoms and make sure I wasn't overreacting.
Though it's hard to overreact when your head feels like one half of it might just pop off at any moment.
What an interesting sensation that is. The trouble with knowing about things like headaches is that you tend to catalog what's going on in your body and your reactions to things as you're lying there hoping that maybe you'll die. It's a fun hobby, but not one I want to practice more often.
Now I'm feeling very logy. I think that's from the two Dramamine tablets I took in desperation, trying to kill the nausea and get to sleep. There's not a headache any more; rather, there's the sensation that a headache will start at any moment. And my head feels like a large porcelain bowling ball balanced on the end of my neck. And colors are very bright, still.
Hildegarde von Bingen was lucky. At least *she* got heavenly visions and snatches of music with *her* migraines. All I got was this lousy post.