My migraine

OHHHH Jenny...I just want to give you a hug!!!  My migraine doesn't come with the huge burst of energy before the pain hits...but, everything else sounds so familiar. I feel your pain. I don't know the right word to use...that was a beautiful post eventhough it was filled with all the pain and despair that you feel. Hang in there...they have to find a way to help us sometime. Right?!?      >i<     Kari  

Girl, I know what you mean.  I have drawers full of medicines that my boyfriend asks "why do you keep these?"  Well, it cost$100 and they may want me to try it again, so I'm keeping it.  And when I ask "Do you smell that?"  he answers, "Oh no, you're getting a migraine."  Then when it comes and he asks if there is anything he can do, I only wish and tell him no thank you, and I love you for trying.  I don't have children, only 3 dogs.  And I feel bad for not being able to take care of them, so I can't imagine trying to take care of your kids.  You are in my prayers.

Your eloquence and descriptions really touched me.  As sad as it is just to know someone "gets it" helped me with my day.  Thank-you

It's all of the stuff that people don't get- that bring havoc to a household, and to your life in general. I feel like I could have written all of this (without the kids, of course.) I think this is a great read to make people get it... I'm going to send DH over to this post- he sees how the beasties affect me, but I doubt that all of this could have been comprehended by anyone who lives with this disease.

Mrs. Jenny, I must say, this almost brought tears to my eyes. Not only because of the horrificly familiar situation and vivid diction, but that you've been dealing with these beasts (for lack of a more accurate term) for twenty years. AND you have children... You truly are a strong woman; you'll be in my prayers as well.

Though I've only had my migraines for two years or so, I also have trouble expressing how I feel when asked how I am doing. I know my family and friends care, but it is lonely nevertheless when no one seems to honestly understand how it feels to have a skull made of lead, or a little yellow man taking a sledge hammer to the brain, or police lights buzzing in and out of eyesight, or all of the other gruesome things. Thank you so much for reminding me that I'm not alone.

God bless.