…th the TV on if I can handle the noise. I read if I don’t have the aura that screws with my vision. Pain makes your world very small and unpredictable. I’ve gone from being a super-reliable and competent person to someone who cancels things constantly and can barely work, let alone perform the basic tasks of living. I have many days when my migraine is so bad I can’t eat or sleep. Still, I have a neurologist who doggedly keeps looking for treatments that might help me, and I will keep trying every new treatment that I can get my hands on.
In a world where the medical community disregards women’s pain as “all in our heads,” surprisingly, this is one area where we are validated. It sucks to need to be right about how much we hurt. But at least you have a great neurologist. I am extremely fortunate to have a PA in this field who is just as dedicated. At best, as you and I and everyone else hopes and prays for the protocol (and hopefully a prophylactic) that works for our unique neurological makeup, we can celebrate the good days as what they are: an incredible gift. Here’s to an answer for all of us.