Migraines . . .
Jan. 16th, 2003 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasSo much fun . . .
It started around two in the afternoon, got bad enough that I couldn't really function by four; by seven or eight, I was lying in bed writhing in pain, in that lovely state where one is thinking, "If I move, it hurts worse. But if I don't get to the bathroom, I'll have to lie here in my own vomit. So, do I want to puke in the bathroom, which involves moving, or right here?" I did manage to make it to the bathroom four times to throw up. The nausea is part of how I get migraines. It's now ten thirty, and it's mostly over, to the point that I can post this.
It started around two in the afternoon, got bad enough that I couldn't really function by four; by seven or eight, I was lying in bed writhing in pain, in that lovely state where one is thinking, "If I move, it hurts worse. But if I don't get to the bathroom, I'll have to lie here in my own vomit. So, do I want to puke in the bathroom, which involves moving, or right here?" I did manage to make it to the bathroom four times to throw up. The nausea is part of how I get migraines. It's now ten thirty, and it's mostly over, to the point that I can post this.
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Date: 2003-01-17 04:55 am (UTC)Ow.
I know you had to be on the mend to even type this, but I wish I could send you retroactive healing vibes or something. No, I wish I could make you never have migraines again. That would be better by far.
A.
with gentle hugs