So I am in this writing group on my migraine awareness board and we have a prompt today, which I will share with them. It’s supposed to be creative, real, personal, and fun. So this is someone looking at me and my symptoms of a high pain day through their eyes. I’m going to take it to the grocery store, because I just experienced that, and it’s harder than the pharmacy for me. Then maybe a day at church. We’ll see how I feel.
It’s been a hot week, and that can spike my migraines. Changes in weather, a sudden shock of air conditioning, heat, flourescent lights, lots of stimulation, perfume smells, and noises can start a migraine train. This day, I had my dad take me to the store to grocery shop since I already was not feeling good.
“Can you move your cart, please?” I am holding my chest as the Prinzmetals Angina starts to ramp up. They look a bit irritated that I am not moving fast enough. Maybe wondering why I have sunglasses on. I am wondering why they can’t move their cart with one thing and mine is so full and I am hanging on.
I start to shake as the pain moves from my brain stem to my left eye, always my left eye, and need to stop and hold my chest. A few people stop near the dairy aisle as I hold onto my dad, telling me we need to go.
“What is wrong with her? What does she have? Why is he letting her even out? Because I need to. I have things to do. And frankly, I get sick of being in pain. And sometimes, I can’t know it will get that bad.
We head to the checkout line, the lady with a worried, but kind look on her face. I recognize her. I’ve been going here for a long time. ” Did she get some diagnosis? Why is she shaking and holding onto her father? We get to the car and I get home; this one a monster migraine that lasted for days. Ok. No. It’s been the same one since July. It’s been up and down on different pain levels. I call it brewing. It can roar or it can grumble. But it is always there.