I don’t know why I write about my mirgraines so much, other than I’m trying to stay present to everything in my life — not just the good. This is what I wrote this morning:

“I don’t feel good and my head hurst and something is wrong. I don’t know what to do. I just sit in my room with the shades closed and it’s still not dark enough. It’s a perfect Spring-like day and I’m sitting inside a darkened room. It’s ironic, becuause I’m acting just like I did when I was depressed in college — curl up in a ball, hide out in my room, cry. But the wierd thing is, I’m not depressed. My body is defintely not within my purview.

Maybe I should get the botox. But I’m afraid of putting more posions into my body. I’ve got so many meds in my system right now I’m not sure what’s doing what — what’s working, what’s not working, what’s making it worse. If I layer botox on top of everything — I don’t know, I can’t help thinking of the botox as a deep scratchy blanket over everything, possibly alleviating the pain but complicating my search for a causal solution.”

Anyway, I took two demoral, which I hate to do during the day because it flattens me out and I get so sleepy, and I can’t drive. The pain is down from a 6 to a 3 so I can do a few quite things if I move slowly and calmly. So, I’m gonna post something not migraine related.

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