This is how I've felt the past few days, minus the flowing hair, sparkly purple top and gleaming blue eyes.
I remember when I was a kid and happily migraine free. I hated that I had to tiptoe around the house when my sister had a migraine. Then I started to get them and I understood.
I spent most of Thursday hidden away in my walk-in closet. It was too bright anywhere else in my apartment. On Friday, I still had what I call the dregs, not as bad as a migraine, but still a small, nagging pain. On Saturday, the throbbing pain had returned to the right side of my head. Pain in the right side of my head is always a bad sign. Pain like my head is in a vise. Pain that makes me vomit. Pain making me think I'm going to have an aneurysm at any moment. Pain that brings the sweats and then the chills. Pain that I fear is never going to leave me. It's now Sunday night and, thankfully, I'm back to the dregs. It's weird to be thankful that I just have a "regular" headache, but I am. Here's hoping I wake up tomorrow with a brain that's not bursting.
Monday evening: Still have a headache. Curses.
Tuesday evening. Still have a headache. Curses.