It started with a subtle knocking
That grew louder and louder
Like an unwelcome visitor at the door
Ignoring them won’t make them go away
It just makes them knock even more
It felt like someone jabbed my eyeball
With a sharp little toothpick skewer
That got more and more pronounced
As my intelligent thoughts grew fewer
It looked like someone turns the lights on
Brighter than a burning sun
And then added some strobes
Just for the hell of it, just for fun
It sounded like the world was shouting
All at once and very loud
Like I was standing in the middle
Of a very angry crowd
Then all at once it all switched off
A power outage in my brain
And that my darlings it what we call
The mother of all migraines
I’ve spent the better part of a week somewhere in the lower levels of hell. I had a migraine. Not a very bad headache. If you say ‘a very bad headache’ I shall have to kill you. Slowly and painfully with a blunt cafeteria spoon.
- A bad headache does not leave you heaving on the office bathroom floor.
- A bad headache does not make an adult woman cry for her Mommy.
- A bad headache will go away with some aspirin.
A migraine won’t.
A migraine makes you feel like you are dying.
Or that dying would offer a welcome respite.
My Mommy bought me a migraine pack and took me home to her house and tucked me in bed with a large golden retriever named Angus.
My doctor gave me two pricks in my bottom and sent me home rattling with prescription medication.
That almost succeeded where the migraine had failed in making me shed this mortal coil.
“It might make you dizzy,” she said.
She was right. It made me dizzy, nauseous and catatonic.
I lay there immobile and wondered how my children would react to the sight of my cold dead body in the morning.
It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest and bouncing up and down.
I had to take a day’s leave just to rid myself of the cobwebs.
Actually, I passed out after dropping the kids at school and the security guard had to wake me up with a glass of sugar water. Yuck.
So I went home and slept for 18 hours.
I still feel like the extra on the Walking Dead could learn a thing or two from me, but at least I am back to doing a passing resemblance of a human being.