Alternative title: I’m currently lying on the bathroom floor…Grateful that it is still dark enough that my eyes don’t feel like they’ve been dunked in a concoction of acid and pins (and that I couldn’t see any dust- nay pubes – that may be lying on the floor with me), grateful that the toilet is within hurking distance (as my head has been in that bowl for the last two hours or so), grateful that, for the moment, the tears have stopped. My right temple is squashed against the ground, the cold tiles are acting as one giant ice pack. Everything hurts. I’m dizzy. I just want to sleep…
This Migraine party started at 2am with the utter git smashing something heavy against the back of my head (my brain probably), nausea had flared instantly with the premonition of vomiting over my bedside table following closely behind, I stumbled through the dark (ricocheting my little toe off a door frame as I went), my balance totally shot, my legs gave in and I dropped to the bathroom floor, engulfed in the nightmare.
Medication was not an option as anything I had eaten (in what felt like the last ten years) had been dredged from my stomach leaving me with a lovely mix of dry heaves and occasional bile…Even water seemed like the enemy.
My body shivered against the tiles, rattling my neurons, my brain winced something incoherent. I didn’t dare move, even if to reach for a towel with which to keep warm. I wanted to stay as still as possible.
“Just breathe” I murmured to myself.
*some garbled nonsense* in response from my noggin.
“We just need to breathe” I was trying to reassure myself that it would pass, that despite the agonising pain that made me want to take an ice-cream scoop to the squishy sponge harbouring the Migraine, the pain would eventually pass.
But you see…When a Migraine is in full force, it doesn’t feel like it will pass. It feels as though you will be stuck in that realm of hell until you take your final breath, the excruciating feeling of your brain exploding within your skull leaving a ringing in your ears.
So you lie there, trying to sleep, hoping to sleep.
On the bathroom floor.
How many of my fellow Migraineurs have found themselves crashed out on the bathroom floor when their brains are throwing tantrums?
PS – As Migraine Action has been advocating – Migraine is #notjustaheadache … It is a chronic neurological disease with various symptoms and stages each posing their own problems. It is devastating, it is debilitating, it is misunderstood, it is under-researched, it is under-funded. It is NOT “just a headache”!