Migraine Aftermath
Last night as I was getting ready for bed, my vision started getting fuzzy. Migraine sign! I kicked Andrew into the other bedroom, popped three Excedrin, placed a folded-up pillow case over my eyes (even the dim light flitering in through our blinds from the street lights was too bright), and fell into a deep sleep.
Usually I get migraines either first thing in the morning or in the afternoon (if I skip lunch). When that happens, I sleep for a few hours and scare off the worst part of the headache. In the evening, though, I’m completely useless — my head aches (but not as bad as a full migraine, if I get to bed early enough), the room spins every time I move, and my brain is in a general fog (Maggie and I call these symptoms, taken together, the “stupids”). Fortunately, though, by the next morning I’m fine.
You might think, then, that a night migraine would be the best, leaving the stupids to be slept off. Wrong. In the case of a night migraine, I have the stupids for the entire day, the headache is generally worse, and I get nauseous from being dizzy all day. That’s where I am now. Ugh.