Every now and then I get a migraine that knocks me for six.
Fortunately, these days, it is only every now and then. I remember vividly when it used to be fortnightly.
There is only one thing I can do when it hits. Lie very still, very quiet, in a dark place and sleep. I have to lie still because any movement makes me want to vomit, it needs to be quiet as sound makes my brain throb like it’s going to explode out of my eye sockets and darkness is essential as the light is amplified. I also need to be naked because the clothing hurts my skin.
Sleep comes quickly when I have a migraine. Hours disappear. This is no afternoon nanny nap. This is brain healing time. I might be knocked out for three or more hours before waking with immense relief that the worst has passed. But this period of wakefulness is short-lived as the exhaustion takes over and I go back to sleep a full night’s sleep.
However, the following day is a write-off. These headaches from hell drain every ounce of energy from your body and the body needs time to recover fully.
I cancelled all my plans for today. I stayed home and did domestic duties. I did them slowly as I needed to rest each time I did anything that was remotely strenuous. Thankfully it was a glorious day in my marvellous Melbourne and I was able to spend time laying in the sunshine each time I was spent.
I’m lucky. This only happens a few times a year now. I have friends who live with constant migraines. That’s not living. That’s existing.
For now, this recovering brain is going to go to bed and rest for another few hours before facing a week at work.