Migraine Madness

Today is Monday, one of my favorite days of the week because it represents fresh beginnings.  It sometimes represents what the week will involve, but if that's true of today's Monday, I need to rewind, back up, re-do, or whatever it takes to undo the scenario that created the frickin migraine that has decided to descend into the depths of my head (and truly, there's not a lot of depth involved) and take up residence like a squatter.  The pain began last night.  I  dutifully took my meds.   I woke at 3, pain was still there but I stupidly thought the meds I took at 10 would still work.  Loss of linear thinking also accompanies my migraines.  At 6 this morning, I finally, duh, realized the chainsaw inside my head was running at full speed, my migraine was not leaving and I needed more meds.  So here I am around noon and although most of the pain is gone, I'm now in the throes of the migraine hangover.  I just love it.  Every muscle in my body, even the ones that aren't there, are aching.  My earlobes hate me. Even my hair is sensitive.  My head is full of cotton.  Nothing new there, but it feels very airy.  I have no energy and I still have trouble gathering thoughts.  As I type, I've had to correct mistakes about every third word. Yes, I have triggers and I know what they are and yes, I dipped into one of those triggers last night because I made that choice.  Sometimes I can get away with smooth sailing, most times I end up with a migraine.  On a happy note, if I can catch the headache at the very beginning, I can head it off with a dose of meds and get relief.  This one wasn't caught in time.  I passed out fell asleep before I realized I would need meds.  Every now and then, I'll get a migraine sent by Satan and his minions and it will take multiple medications to get rid of it.  Back in the old days, I used to have to tough them out in the bedroom, head under multiple pillows, and barf and sleep it off.  Ugh.  Sooo thankful for good drugs!  I'm fit for just about nothing when I'm having a really bad migraine.  I know some of you have them, too.  Someone once told me her brain truly shut down and turned black during a migraine.  I wish mine would.  This painting is just about what I see if I look at a vase of flowers as I'm experiencing a migraine.  As if I would really do that.    My eyeballs would melt and drool down my face.  Too bad the colors aren't shooting in your eyes like they do mine.  Then you could enjoy a little of my misery.  Not that I would want that for you.  Ever.  Know your triggers and stay away from them.  Unless you can sneak one in every now and then.  And always, always carry your meds.  You may have nice shoes on and you don't want to puke all over them.