I've head some pretty formal headaches in the past, but I think I had my first real, grownup migraine this weekend. I spent the day in bed, wishing for the escape of sleep, but tossing and turning because I kept being awakened by the annoying sound of a distant neighbor using a leaf blower for what seemed like eleven hours. I pulled the covers over my head, relishing in the darkness and muffled sound, but I quickly ran out of oxygen and eventually decided to take them off my head and live. When the leaf blower finally shut off, I was so happy that I almost cried. I laid my weary head on the pillow and tried to fall asleep, but was interrupted again by the sound of grass growing outside on the lawn. When I tuned out the sound of the grass through careful meditation, my ears began throbbing with the loud clash of dust particles hitting each other mid-air. And then, to add insult to injury, I felt a piercing sensation caused by the nails-on-the-chalkboard sound of the cotton balls in the bathroom drawer sitting next to each other in a pile. Light hurt my eyes and vomit threatened to interrupt every shift of my body. Ryan brought me migraine medicine and a drink. Max brought me my giant sunglasses. I wore them in the dark bedroom while I watched Fine Living Network for seven hours straight, composing imaginary hate mail to the cotton balls for their heartless disregard all the while.
Fine living, indeed.
Do you get migraines? What do they feel like to you?