Mine are, anyway. I become "emotionally labile" (read: needy/bitchy/end-of-days predicting/turn-on-that-light-and-I-will-re-circumcise-you-with-my-pinking-shears lunatic)
Honestly.
These horrid things build up like hurricanes off Florida...takes three, maybe four days to hit the actual headache part, but in the meantime, I'm cold, nasty, achy, weepy, queasy, photosopic (??) and so forth. Lots to occupy the time. Flashing lights...halos...anxiety...by the time it hits shore, I've already terrified the kids and alienated the husband. Sorry kids. Sorry husband.
(then, of course, there's the "I know that I am now actually becoming my mentally unstable mother" moment in my own heart, so Sorry lah as well)
How can there even be episodes so horrid, so out-of-ordinary, so physically, mentally and emotionally all-encompassing without some sort of terrible diagnosis, other than the diagnosis of migraine and migraine related conditions? My gosh.
It's day umm...five of this storm. The headache hit early yesterday. Today I will keep the sunglasses on and avoid triggers. Tomorrow I will figure out how many trees I took down and whether the power is back on.
I hate cleaning up after the storm.
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