Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A few weeks after my miscarriage, I started having migraines again.
They made me curl up in a ball and want to avoid everything. I hurt from the base of my spine to the top of my head and over into my eyeball. And they gave me a tight feeling in the pit of my stomach.
They came every 3 days and lasted a little over a day. Or sometimes they came for 3 weeks and then I was immune for another month or so.
It made it hard to be a good mom, to have any patience at all, to do chores, to weed the garden, to cook, to drive, to listen to anything or think about anything.
They were a hideous waste of time, and they wouldn't stop. I tried changing my diet but it didn't help. I couldn't make an appointment or set a date with friends or help out at school because I might not be able to show up.
The pain, hideous as it was, and relentless as it was, was only part of the problem. Not being able to live was another.
And there was nothing I could do about it because nothing worked.