“It quickly became clear that my migraines were a daily reality, regardless of where I was or what I was doing during the day. They had not appeared due to my stressful job, but rather because of my biology. Like many women, my migraines transitioned from episodic to chronic as I entered my forties.”
Please read this one. It’s so important to understand the difference between EPISODIC and CHRONIC. In Migraine World, they are 2 totally different animals, even though the migraine part is shared. How does one slip from Episodic into Chronic? One of the most common reasons: INADEQUATE TREATMENT. Many people are or love an Episodic Migraineur… this advice can save them! đź’ś
Life Portrait: Episodic Migraineur
And my life started to warp… to change. It couldn’t really be happening, could it? Keep going… keep “dancing” as fast as I can… I don’t have time for this – whatever this is. Throw back ibuprofen, ignore it, power through, your children/family/job/friends need you… smile, through back tylenol, one more step… just one more step… keep going… throw back ibuprofen. I’m fine. Because I have to be Fine!
Until… I’m quite sure I am not Fine.
Life Portrait: Chronic Migraineur
Learn. Seek treatment. Research. Find others. Hunt medical professionals who listen, work with you, are knowledgeable, and understanding. It’s a lot of work. And youARE worth it. When one doctor doesn’t work… find another. If that one doesn’t work, find another. There are good ones out there.
Allow yourself to feel… to process, to grieve, to grow. Treat yourself as carefully and lovingly as you would your child. Advocate for yourself. And know… you are not alone. #youneedcommunity
This is so freaking spot on. My anxiety grows as quarantine is lifted… I’m going to be expected to do more…. to do more of that living stuff that is so hard for me.
Digesting the social unrest with the vicious and disgusting murder of Mr. George Floyd, the protests, the riots, and the ridiculous and rampant political hate. Everyone believes the same thing, but if you don’t say the ‘right’ words or wear/don’t wear a mask, you are screamed at for being a murderer and racist. There are about 20 idiots in America that are truly racist… but if the rest of us use the wrong wordage, we are screamed at, spit at, called horrible names. “Shut up. Listen. Fight for change. Ask for forgiveness for White Privilege. Don’t ask questions. It’s not about you – you don’t understand.”
So. Much. Hate.
I don’t recognize our country. We are broken. On fire. It’s so painful. And divided – when we need to be united.
I’m trying to learn the politically correct wordage. I’m listening. I am asking questions… that’s how I learn.
But I’m continually sending out my LOVE. No matter how much hate I get. I only have room for LOVE
King lays out in “Loving Your Enemies” echoes through all of his speeches. Furthermore, it is the message upon which he built his life—that love is “creative,” and that only love is capable of transforming hate into love. Therefore, to change the world, love has to be extended to everyone—even to our enemies.
I won’t sugarcoat… there are moments I begged for a bullet to the brain pan and many times a powerful crowbar strike to the side of my head; I couldn’t be strong anymore. It comes off like I’m kidding. I’m not kidding.
I’m fond of the statement: Tomorrow will be a better day and I have to believe it.
I have never expected the world to change to accommodate my disease, but having a COMMUNITY of support from advocates and other people living with Migraine Disease has made an immeasurable positive difference. I was so alone… and I’m not alone anymore.
Your body has the flu… your head is mimicking Krakatoa… you have stomach flu nausea and vomiting… the world is spinning… light and sound slice their knives into your eyes and ears… and you’re overwhelmed, completely overwhelmed with unspeakable sadness as you’re rendered useless to do the basic jobs you love: care for your family, work your career, enjoy you’re life.
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