Blond Migraine Part I

Sorry I haven't updated this as closely as I'd promised. Time just seems to slip away from me in the real world. Anyhow, on with the show!


2004-11-05 20:40:26

Blond Migraine Part I


This will probably be a long entry because yesterday was a
very interesting day.

It started out like any other day. I was at school a
little early, so I was looking up some info on the
computer. Until suddenly, one letter of every word that I
read was suspiciously missing. When I looked around at
people and noticed that there was an emptiness in place of
everyone's face. I soon realized that I was about to have a
full blown migraine.

You never saw someone run down those stairs and out to the
parking lot so fast! Not many things scare me, but I was
terrified. I knew that by the time I got home to get my
medicine it would be to late to stop the inevitable. I
have a forty five minute drive home from school. About
five minutes onto the road, I looked out and didn't think
that any cars were there, but then a few spend by my window
into what vision I had left. And then the flashes started.

I get a migraine every six months like clockwork. The last
one I had was in the international terminal at JFK
airport. We were standing in this huge line and I was next, so there was no time to run to the bathroom before puking into a plastic bag my friend was holding open for me.

I knew I shouldn't have driven. But I couldn't stay at
school. Just about the time I started to go completely
blind from the flashes, I reached my boyfriends house. I
didn't expect him to be home, but he was. When I knocked
on the door, no one answered. So I took the liberty
of "letting myself in."

I expected him to be up at least, but he was still sound
asleep at nine in the morning. I later found out that he
was up till 4. I didn't bother to wake him. Instead I sought shelter on his sofa.

When he woke me he was already clean and dressed, and
curious as to my reason on setting up camp in his living room.
When I told him about my migraine, he sympathized but didn't
really seem to understand the situation.

I gotta go. My partner in crime has just arrived.




*****flash forward*****

I think I just corrected about fifty spelling errors. Some things never change.

I continue to have migraines and fear them even to this day.

Oh, and Jess is what i referred to as "my partner in crime." Nothing serious. We just paled around on her motorcycle, jumped off random things and toyed with the fragile emotions of angstful boys. Good times.