migraine poptarts are bad ;.;
Good Morning, everyone! It's monday at 8:09 a.m., and this means that I should be at school. After all, it's starts in exactly one minute, for me, anyway. But I'm having one of my migraines.
Seeing as this is a new journal, I should explain the migraine thing. If you've never had a migraine before, consider yourself a lucky sonofabitch. Basically, try and remember the worst headache you've ever had, you know, the kind you get from lack of sleep and/or dehydration. Multiply that by ten and add this distinct sensation of having your skull cleaved in two by a dull axe -yes, a dull one. It hurts more than a sharp one. As if I'd know...-, then add nausea, moodiness, and a sensitivity to sound that is almost unbearable. That's really what it's like, if you can imagine it...
The only way I'm able to type right now is I took some super duper heavy duty pain killers, which are making me feel a bit loopy... aside from that, however, I'm still in pain, and believe me, before you read the version you're reading now, I've edited spelling errors and typos at least three or four times. So why am I online right now when I should be in bed, you ask? Well, when migraines are this bad, I can't just conk out and go to sleep -due to my A.D.D. chemical imbalance, sleeping medicine keeps me awake- so things like this keep my mind off of it.
Let me give you an example of how my migraines are affecting my life. Last year, my Junior year of high school, I missed more than twenty days due to these damnedable things. I barely squeezed by in my classes, and then only by the good graces and sympathies of my teachers. So far this year is not turning out any better. This is my first migraine since mid-summer break, but it's only the first day of the second week of school, and already I'm not there.
I have reason to believe that my particular migraines are caused by fatigue -i.e. accumulated nights lacking in sleep. If this theory is true, then it is as much my fault as my genetics. So I've no right to complain.
One of the worst things about my cluster migraines, which means that I can sometimes have more than one in a week, is the stress it puts my mother through. My dad doesn't even live with me anymore, so he doesn't get the brunt of it all. My poor mother has had to take me to a Neurologist to get special medicine for the aforementioned migraines, and these pills work their best if I take them immediately after I know I'm getting a migraine. And plus, there's the added guilt for making her worry.
Now, I love my mother. She's probably my best friend in the whole world. I can talk to her about anything, you see, and she understands. We even have this system worked out that if I do something I know I shouldn't have done, like when I smoked pot for the first time, and I tell her about it afterward, keeping her informed, I can be forgiven after a while. This works for me, because I like having my mother's trust. It'll pay off when I really need it to, I'm sure. Plus, this keeps our relationship an open one, reducing stress for all.
Right, so I'm going to see if I can sleep now, because hopefully, I'll be going to school later today, albeit a bit late.
Ta,
Martha Poptart
Seeing as this is a new journal, I should explain the migraine thing. If you've never had a migraine before, consider yourself a lucky sonofabitch. Basically, try and remember the worst headache you've ever had, you know, the kind you get from lack of sleep and/or dehydration. Multiply that by ten and add this distinct sensation of having your skull cleaved in two by a dull axe -yes, a dull one. It hurts more than a sharp one. As if I'd know...-, then add nausea, moodiness, and a sensitivity to sound that is almost unbearable. That's really what it's like, if you can imagine it...
The only way I'm able to type right now is I took some super duper heavy duty pain killers, which are making me feel a bit loopy... aside from that, however, I'm still in pain, and believe me, before you read the version you're reading now, I've edited spelling errors and typos at least three or four times. So why am I online right now when I should be in bed, you ask? Well, when migraines are this bad, I can't just conk out and go to sleep -due to my A.D.D. chemical imbalance, sleeping medicine keeps me awake- so things like this keep my mind off of it.
Let me give you an example of how my migraines are affecting my life. Last year, my Junior year of high school, I missed more than twenty days due to these damnedable things. I barely squeezed by in my classes, and then only by the good graces and sympathies of my teachers. So far this year is not turning out any better. This is my first migraine since mid-summer break, but it's only the first day of the second week of school, and already I'm not there.
I have reason to believe that my particular migraines are caused by fatigue -i.e. accumulated nights lacking in sleep. If this theory is true, then it is as much my fault as my genetics. So I've no right to complain.
One of the worst things about my cluster migraines, which means that I can sometimes have more than one in a week, is the stress it puts my mother through. My dad doesn't even live with me anymore, so he doesn't get the brunt of it all. My poor mother has had to take me to a Neurologist to get special medicine for the aforementioned migraines, and these pills work their best if I take them immediately after I know I'm getting a migraine. And plus, there's the added guilt for making her worry.
Now, I love my mother. She's probably my best friend in the whole world. I can talk to her about anything, you see, and she understands. We even have this system worked out that if I do something I know I shouldn't have done, like when I smoked pot for the first time, and I tell her about it afterward, keeping her informed, I can be forgiven after a while. This works for me, because I like having my mother's trust. It'll pay off when I really need it to, I'm sure. Plus, this keeps our relationship an open one, reducing stress for all.
Right, so I'm going to see if I can sleep now, because hopefully, I'll be going to school later today, albeit a bit late.
Ta,
Martha Poptart