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Monstrous Migraines

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There’s a wild party going on… in my head.

And I’m not invited.

And as every perturbed neighbour privy to unwelcoming noise reverberating from the house next door, I want it to stop.

Right now.

The throbbing is terrible and taunting, showing no sign of letting up. I’m usually subject to these disturbances on a Saturday morning after pushing my body through a week of work – the latter an uncommon practise for many people who suffer from fibromyalgia.

But the noisy neighbours come in the week too.

And sometimes they go on for days. Coupled with little sleep, the result is a hang over effect. Who needs wine and rum anyway?

When nothing works

But seriously, these damn migraines are getting to me. They send me into a cloudy daze where all I want to do is lay back with a cloth dampened in Limacol resting on my forehead. For those of you unfamiliar with this heavenly liquid, when I was growing up our house would be permeated with the refreshing citrusy scent as my Ma would sap generous amounts of the green liquid on the crown of her head. (by the way Ma I’m almost out of Limacol).

Outside of that, I don’t know what to do with myself. Exhaustion is exacerbated. I find no relief in resting or lying down and sitting up makes it hurt more. Did I mention the painkillers don’t always work? I am miserable.

More than often, because life won’t hold up until my migraine goes away, I find that I must go out to do essential bits like shopping and socialising and soul-mate searching (yes I said that, get over it even fibromyalgia sufferers need love too!)

But going out in this drunken state is fraught with many dangers. I am far less attentive or able to make sense of all happening about me.  Try talking to someone with already impaired concentration, while a heavy rock metal band bangs it out right next to you.  Try being productive in this state. Or, just try dealing with this with all the other crap fm gives you.

Fibromyalgia is no fun.

If you’ve found a good remedy for the monstrous migraines that we get, do let me know. I’m bent on shutting down that party.

Gentle hugs 🙂

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Alisha Nurse is a curry-loving writer & comms professional who holds a Master of Arts Degree in Journalism (International) from the University of Westminster, London. Get in touch with any feedback or questions via the contact form in the 'About' section.

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