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I woke up this morning, like I do every morning ... with hope. Maybe today will be different, just maybe. I get out of bed and get ready for my day. I prefer to be alone, it is just easier that way. I get my husband off to work and decide what I am going to do for the day.
The sun is shining and it looks like it might be a beautiful day, not too hot and not too cold, just right. I begin by walking my dogs, Kiluah and Spirit, two babies we picked from the local shelter. So far my day is going well, the pain has not started yet. I have a few of the warning symptoms; dizziness, nausea, and muscle pain, but I am choosing to ignore them for now. We are done with our walk, everyone gets a biscuit for being good and listening well and I move on to something easy. The laundry seems harmless enough, so I begin that task. As my day goes on - I walk on eggshells, praying I don't "trigger" the inevitable pain.
All my hopeful thoughts turn sour as the migraine hits me. Although I had some subtle warning signs earlier, I am still always shocked when it arrives. I go over and over in my mind, what did I do to trigger this one? I rarely figure it out and just brace myself for the next painful hours or days, as is often the case, hoping the migraine medication will at least put me too sleep for a while.
Post-concussive migraine syndrome is the diagnosis I have lived with for the past 5 years, after suffering a concussion and whiplash in a motor vehicle accident. Five to seven migraines a week reduced my life to a fraction of the quality I had before the accident occurred. I have tried several different neurologists and countless daily preventative medications and single use migraine pills. Nothing seems to help, and most deliver side effects that are equally as dibilitating as the migraines themselves. I am allergy sensitive to most pain pills and a lot of the time I suffer for days or even weeks non-stop.
My husband arrives home and finds me in bed again. Sometimes he asks if he can get me anything, other times he just lets me sleep until the next morning, which I do and I again wake up hopeful (...if the pain hasn't carried over).
