My Grain Hurts

I don't know if any of you angel faces have ever experienced a migraine, but to give you an idea, the sensation is similar to having your eye balls set on fire, lightening bolts strike various nerve points on your head, and the Hulk pounding your head with his fists because you turned the lights on. It's entirely impossible to function in any environment other than one that is pitch dark and noiseless.

Ergo. The best thing to do is to take some Tylenol, find a cold pack, and call it a day. Either that or pass out from excruciating pain. It is entirely impossible to do anything like sit up straight or, heaven forbid, be productive. Needless to say, but I will anyway, when you're trying to make a good impression in a new job, having a migraine can just ruin you life.

During a particularly intense day of training at a new endeavor, I sat down like a responsible adult, pen in hand, and all of a sudden--couldn't see out of my left eye. There was a rainbow of scary blur right over the presentation screen.

Panic.

At first, I thought that I had just had a stroke or an aneurysm. As panic rose, my ability to hold my head up began to decline and I KNEW that in 90 seconds I was going to be laying in the floor with blood coming out of my ears.

Fortunately, what little sense I had left kicked in and I remembered: I'm plagued with migraines!! I've never been so happy to realize that I was about to get the worst migraine of my entire life!!! Hoora--ait a minute. Crap.

CRAP!!

I decided that logic could win this, so I tried my best to convince the searing pain behind my eyes that this was not a good time in my life for my body to stop working. Turns out, logic doesn't work in these situations, but it has yet to stop me from trying to talk myself out of one.

I had two choices: 1) suck it up and eventually pass out from pain or 2) suck it up, admit defeat, and find medicine and a dark room. I got approved for the medicine, but I had to walk about a mile back so I could get it.

In case you're wondering whether or not this is a good idea, it's not. It puts entirely too much pressure on parts of the brain that are trying desperately to shut down. However, I'm insanely stubborn and thought I could use this time alone to continue to talk the pain receptors out of their misery.

The sad part is that this has become my routine of sorts when trying to deal with the malady. It gets more and more pathetic. I wish that when these things happened that everyone else stopped functioning and carrying on with their lives as well. That way, I wouldn't have to miss silly things like weddings, work orientation, and campus wide showings of The Hunger Games.

I don't know where I was going with this particular post. It's composition was interrupted by two migraines and quite frankly, I'm tired of seeing it in my draft box.