I went to bed Sunday night with a headache, and woke up Monday morning with a full-blown migraine. I don’t get them often, maybe four times a year. But this one was especially severe. I couldn’t keep food or medicine down, and I couldn’t read or look at a small screen without the pain intensifying. I watched a little television, until that hurt my eyes too, and then retreated back to the bedroom, where I tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to get some sleep.
I’m still feeling a little out of it today, but that could be a result of dehydration after subsisting yesterday on two cups of ginger tea, and a slice of dry toast before bed, when I thought my stomach could finally handle it.
A day like yesterday makes me grateful to be someone who suffers from migraines only occasionally.