The sound of frying synapses
Nov. 1st, 2007 08:27 pmOf the several less-than-wonderful things that happen when a chap has a migraine, one of the non-obvious ones is that you come to think that your life is being led by someone else. I mean, it clearly isn't... Well, semi-clearly anyway.
But that feeling of watching from the wings remains. I was staring into space earlier and thinking 'That fellow needs to pull his socks up'. It took many seconds to realise that I was the fellow in need of some sock-pulling.
Most odd.
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Date: 2007-11-01 09:08 pm (UTC)Or the colliding with corners coz your spatial sense is all shot to hell, and you think you've got plenty of space and really don't.
I still prefer these to the "sparklies" and hurl-o-matic sound/light sensitivity.
Makes me want to put in for a new brain or at least a neurochemical flush of some sort.
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Date: 2007-11-01 09:50 pm (UTC)On the bright side (if there is a bright side) -- you probably know better how to describe out-of-body experience than most people. Yes?
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Date: 2007-11-01 10:22 pm (UTC)...I've known many sufferers and was, quite frankly, skeptical of their suffering (to be truthful, I still am).
I had a dental induced migraine once - a side effect of the treatment I had - classic tunnel vision, pain that is at the same time *locatated just there* but everywhere at the same time. It passed. Put it down to the drugs... The heck with those mallingerers, I said - mine was real, pharmaceutically induced!
Then the past year - eighteen months - I experienced something awful, narrowing of vision, extreme pain, could not even bear the sight of a scented candle. Even fainting. A footfall sounded like an an amplified omen of death from JG Ballard.
One of the things my doctor pointed out was (you know the usual blather about what causes a migraine) but I might be suffering from a "rebound effect" - some people get migraines from stress etc, some get it from the lack of what fights the causal effect - I stop exercise/training/riding and bang! all that that I was working off came back like a bad elastic band and I spend a couple of days in The Dark Room.
Must ride harder.