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Lose your time wisely.
6/22/21 05:35 amNothing says a lost week more than a migraine that lasts more than two days.
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I've had migraines since I was quite young, though I didn't identify them as such until I was twenty. They used to come on like lightning, seemingly random and ferocious, taking me out completely but easily dispelled with the correct applications of the twinned magic of ibuprofen and energy drinks. I'd pass out (it wasn't a nap, it was a blackout) for twenty minutes to an hour and wake up sorted and ready to get back to business. They were a blip in my lived experience. I remember a few, but mostly the memories weren't worth putting into long-term storage. Other things took precedence.
That is no longer the case. My chemical makeup has changed, my body has changed, and they've changed with them. Now it's a long, slow, unpleasant warning ramp-up, starting with a vague headache and nausea that escalates over time into a brutal ache that doesn't completely go away no matter how much medication I take. The shadow of it lingers until it's done with me, usually two days later, but this time, three and a half. I have stronger medication these days, but if I take them before a certain point in the process, they make it worse. There are other medications I can look into, other options I can take, but the inexorable shift of one's body as one ages does not end.
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I've had migraines since I was quite young, though I didn't identify them as such until I was twenty. They used to come on like lightning, seemingly random and ferocious, taking me out completely but easily dispelled with the correct applications of the twinned magic of ibuprofen and energy drinks. I'd pass out (it wasn't a nap, it was a blackout) for twenty minutes to an hour and wake up sorted and ready to get back to business. They were a blip in my lived experience. I remember a few, but mostly the memories weren't worth putting into long-term storage. Other things took precedence.
That is no longer the case. My chemical makeup has changed, my body has changed, and they've changed with them. Now it's a long, slow, unpleasant warning ramp-up, starting with a vague headache and nausea that escalates over time into a brutal ache that doesn't completely go away no matter how much medication I take. The shadow of it lingers until it's done with me, usually two days later, but this time, three and a half. I have stronger medication these days, but if I take them before a certain point in the process, they make it worse. There are other medications I can look into, other options I can take, but the inexorable shift of one's body as one ages does not end.
