The first time that I can remember getting a migraine is when I was in kindergarten. It was after catechism class - no wonder I have such bad thoughts about catholicism. I remember coming into the living room and laying straight on the ground without any pillows or blankets. The pain was throbbing on one side, so I placed the throbbing side to the ground with the desperate hopes that the pain would seep through my skin and out of my head. I also couldnt stand to lay with the pain on top cause it seemed to make the unbearable pain disseminate to my entire head.
I had a migraine today. Almost 22 years later. Somedays I just cannot stand it anymore - why me? Why have I been suffering with these for 22 years? Today's migraine caused me to be a little late for work. Which is fine, but people ask why I was not in. So I tell them, "I had a migraine this morning." To which I often get a response of..."oh I get bad headaches." Bad headaches? BAD HEADACHES?? For some reason I take personal offense to people trying to compare their "bad headaches" to my mini strokes...especially on days like today. It reminds me of the movie 28 Days with Sandra Bullock in which Steve Buscemi says: (I'm paraphrasing) "IF anyone could possibly know what it feels like to be sober, they wouldnt dare think of asking me to try and stay sober." For me, if anyone could possibly have an inkling of what it feels like to have a migraine they wouldnt dare patronize me by saying they get bad headaches.
I have gotten an MRI and an Echocardiogram, so hopefully I will have some answers soon and take care of this issues after suffering for 22 years.
