Back once again with the shit-faced landlord

[hirez]

Migraine. Ow. When was the last one? This was a bit full-on. Visuals slide in (per usual) like some colourcycling stained-glass spaceship appearing from a point in the middle distance and slowly growing until it fills your entire head... And then it seems to travel past on all sides because all you can see are the far edges.

(Ok, I know that it just expands from a point, but such is the wonder of vision that it looks like it's coming right at you.)

And when it does travel past it actually scrapes right through the middle of my head, leaving me lurching about, unable to think anything but the most grim things: there is no point or future but the worst kind of vomit-making pain and it's going to be like this for the rest of my life. The best and most sensible course of action is to dive under the nearest bus and save all concerned any more trouble.

Still, it's gone now. It only hurts when I move my head.

Comments

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

Ow. Sorry to hear it.

Any idea what the trigger was ?

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

You've made the visual elements sound quite *fun*, shame they're accompanied by agony.
All I get is dull-thud seasickness and a nasty wincing expression. P'shaw, some of us'd be glad of a mental kaleidescope.

So don't move your head then.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

No, that's the bugger of it.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

I get them sporadically for no obvious reason. Usually when exhausted. Hm. Perhaps the second sentence has an argument to pick with the first one there.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

That would make sense. I was Really Quite Tired this AM and had managed to forget breakfast too.

[silverskull.livejournal.com]

A colleague at Brintons Carpets used to get Migraines on a regular basis and it wasn't until I sat down with him one day and chatted to him about them and he (who wasn't one for drawing attention to himself or his plights) went on to explain that his particular kind of Migraine mirrored a feeling of the constant stabbing of a sharp needle into his head, in time to his pulse; that it began to explain just how bad these things were to a non sufferer. You sir have, what passes for, my entire sympathy.