My feeling poorly went from bad to worse Tuesday night.
I went to bed with a headache forming and I woke up at around midnight with the urge to vomit and every beat of my heart sent spasms of pain across my forehead; it literally thrummed with my pulse. I knew right away what it had turned into.
A migraine.
It wasn’t gone yesterday morning, so Adam took the day off work – when he did the same for half of the previous day – and I slept almost the entire day.
The pulsating feeling left at about 3pm. The headache itself was a dull thud by 10pm, although I still have it this morning as I type this.
What I guess is a small bit of irony is that when the headache first struck I was reading Richard Hammond’s biography and I was at the part of his car crash and recovery in hospital. So I lay there and the thought crossed my mind (in the times when I let them pass, because it was better to leave my brain a shell to ‘get on with’ recovering), “Well maybe this isn’t ‘just’ a migraine. What if something is dreadfully wrong?”
And then I thought of dad, who DID have problems with his brain thanks to his MND. He also was prone to migraines during his life. Maybe this was how it started for him?
And that freaked me out.
What if I end up the same way?
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Today, however, is a new day. We won’t be doing much or going anywhere, I don’t think. Adam has gone back to work and I will rest as best as I can with two children underfoot.
Yep, I’m not feeling too optimistic about that…
