FINALLY, I GET TO HAVE A FANCY FRENCH NAME FOR THIS TERRIBLE FATE CALLED CHRONIC MIGRAINES. I am a migraineur. I am. A migraineur.
It’s been a year now since my concussion—no great story about getting in a bar fight or hitting my head saving the world.
I hit my head. Hard. On the frame of the car. After getting a vertigo spell and losing my balance. While putting the kids in the car after a Target trip. I know. Spellbinding, right?
In fact, I hit my head so hard I earned myself a lifetime of migraines. I went from never having a headache to having migraines all the time—rain, shine, well rested, tired, you name it. Just cut the lights and noise.
I wrote a brilliant, masterful essay you should read by clicking on the words in this sentence about my experience and the past year of my life. Go ahead, I’ll wait a minute so you can read it, share it, love it, and bookmark it so you can read it whenever you want.
So what I’d love to do is chronicle my new life as a migraineur—capture stories of others who suffer as well—and write about it in a fashion that could become something.
So I’m looking for other migraineurs if you’re out there, not hiding under the covers or walking around like a human sweatshirt like I did and do for so many recovery days.
I’d love to hear your stories—of the ups and downs, the sidewayses, the funny anecdotes about getting Botox, steroid, or Marcaine injections in your skull, quips about ice helmets, love letters to the -triptan family, rants about people who say that a cup of coffee and Excedrin work for them, the circle of death that is working on screens for a living while trying to avoid screens because they cause migraines, the PTSD, depression, and anxiety that comes from being in pain, and little chapters about being a brain while feeling like your brain is cold and working against you. Brain, brain, brain. Oh, and memory and word loss.
And memory and word loss.
Don’t forget memory and word.
Pain can be funny.
Anyway, this is a shout out to my writers living with migraines. I’d love for this to be a series and maybe a graphic novel. Who knows? I’m new to this awful club, and I’m sorry for those who have had to endure chronic pain like this.
Leave your info below as well as links and let’s chat.
Is migraineur a French word? And is a raconteur a raccoon with a migraine eating a croissant?
Sorry, I know that was corny.
Talk and write below.