Hi guys! Today we’re talking about MIGRAINES and how I loathe them.
Last night I experienced the most painful migraine of my entire life, and I felt a sudden urge to share this with you guys. If you’ve ever experienced a migraine episode, then you know about the pain I’m talking about.
According to Google, a migraine is “a recurrent throbbing headache that typically affects one side of the head and is often accompanied by nausea and disturbed vision.” In my case, my right side is the one most affected.
For those of you who have never experienced a migraine and are wondering what it feels like, just imagine the worst headache you’ve ever had and multiply it by 100. Then add nausea, vomiting, and the sensation of sharp needles constantly stabbing the back of your right (or left) eye. This lasts for about eight hours for me, but I know it can last way longer, even days for some people. When a migraine takes a hold of me, there’s very little I can do to stop it. I can barely speak, walking is dangerous, as I’ve noticed I can pass out from the pain. And I typically have to be in a dark, quiet room for the rest of the day.
I experienced my first migraine one day during my Junior year of high school. I remember sitting in my last class period when I started feeling a throbbing pain behind my right eye. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but while I was walking out I could feel my body shaking and my hands were ice-cold. Realizing I was probably going to pass out, I decided to sit back down and wait for the pain to pass. It didn’t.
When the last bell rang, I met up with my friends and one of them called my dad. When he picked me up from school, I was laying on the floor with my feet up on the wall—a position I learned after I passed out a few times when I was younger (for different reasons).
By this time, the pain I could only explain as a horrible headache continued for about eight to ten hours. Tylenol didn’t help and neither did ibuprofen. That night I thought I was going to die. I obviously didn’t, and with the passing of the years, I noticed my migraines were hormonal. Now I recognize the symptoms, and I try to be proactive and avoid my triggers. However, this doesn’t always work.
Over a decade has gone by and I’m still living with migraines. They have worsened as I age, and last night I experienced my worst one to date. It began like it usually does—I became very sleepy out of nowhere (if I’m lucky enough to be home when this happens, I try to fall asleep). I was grocery shopping when it began to develop, so I had to power through. Florida’s heat and its bipolar weather don’t help either. If you’re a Floridian, you know what I’m talking about.
About an hour later, I was able to lie down and took Excedrin (the only medicine that helps, occasionally). I fell asleep and woke up two hours later with only a mild discomfort behind both of my eyes. Since I was feeling better, I decided to cook while my husband came home from work.
While cooking, I began feeling nauseated, which is one of the varying symptoms of migraines. Then the unstoppable throbbing pain started creeping into the back of my right eye once again. I stopped what I was doing and walked over to the couch. Lying down, I started massaging my right temple to calm a vein that pops out whenever I get a migraine. It gets so bulky that it makes me think it’ll explode one of these days. I said a prayer and continued massaging my head, waiting for the pain to ease. I could feel this one was going to be a tough one because whenever the Excedrin doesn’t work the first time I take it during an episode, I’ve noticed it won’t work at all. I’ve learned to accept that fact, even when the pain is unbearable.
My husband found me still lying on the couch when he came home. We tried everything that I could think of to ease the pain. And I even found myself Googling again—“migraine relief,” like if I didn’t already know that there’s not much to do. I knew this, but I was desperate.
I drank more coffee, inhaled lavender, put half a lemon on my temples, massaged my hands and feet, put an ice pack on my neck, and tried half other “migraine relievers” that don’t really work.
At around 11:00 pm, while I was coming out of the bathroom, I felt my husband’s arms wrap around me as he repeated, “I got you, baby.” I now understand that I was passing out and he caught me in time before I fell. He laid me on the bed and put my feet up on the wall against the bed frame. This took me back to that first migraine episode in high school—my 17-year-old-self had no idea what was happening to her, and last night the throbs were so sharp and painful that they felt like that first time. I felt confused, tired, and in so much pain that I thought for a moment, this was it for me.
In the midst of this pain, however, I realized I no longer had to deal with this alone as I had done so for almost ten years. Yesterday I had my husband to help me through it, even if the pain didn’t go away. I heard him pray for me and tears ran down my face; tears of how much pain I was in but also tears of joy because of how much love this man has for God and for me. He believed I could be healed, and I was reminded of a verse in Ecclesiastes that states:
“Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.”
I had no strength to have that kind of faith myself, so he had it for me.
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