Since I started getting these massive three-day headaches a few years back, I've been reluctant to call them migraines. It always seemed to me that migraines were just awful and debilitating to the friends who experienced them. Surely, if I could manage my day-to-day this couldn't be an actual migraine, right? They kept that name, however, for lack of a better more appropriate one.
Well, yesterday, my Day Two headache was massive. I couldn't even talk because it required too much brain work. I holed up in my bedroom and slept as much as I could considering I have two kids. I looked forward to my Day Three because I can usually medicate this one away to a certain extent and get back to living. Only it hurts still.
I'm back in bed and waiting for the time to come when the pain will be gone. I'm thinking about all the things that need to get done and how I can't do them. And how this hurts so much I feel nauseated. I'm waiting...