Nice not to go alone to appointments. My migraine was with me. So bad that diaphoresis and nausea were also with. Made it through. Made it home. May the goddess of mini coma smile down upon me; there is a knife in my left frontal lobe.
Doesn’t Migraine realize I’m on Aimovig? Sha, it’s no longer welcome here.
Son of a biscuit, some days I really wonder why. …but… If not me, then who?
Please be kind to those with #ChronicIllness, we aren’t victims, we didn’t want it…we didn’t ask for it…we’re trying to be well and trying to LIVE…and we aren’t ****ing addicts. There’s no party in my pill bottle, that I can assure you – just a lot of 😢 and 🤕 and 🤢 and 🛌. Wanna try on my waiting room shoes?😁
There’s a knife through my frontal lobe, on the verge of barfing, weakness, vertigo, unable to focus, trouble speaking, throbbing and more throbbing, and this sliver of light and whispers of noise…like serrated daggers.⚔
Just breathe. Breathe. Slowly in. And slowly out. Relax every muscle, release every tension, allow the pain to move in and flow out. It does not control me. I am still breathing. I am floating on clouds, completely relaxed. I acknowledge the Pain but it does not control me. I am breath and consciousness and love. Love is everlasting, Pain is temporary.
Be well, good humans🌞