Growing up, the word migraine was very common around our house. My mom and dad both had terrible migraines, and it was quite a daily thing to hear, "mommy has a bad head," or "daddy needs to sleep off this headache." In fact, I remember learning to give my mom a shot by practicing on an orange when I was eight years old. (I am pretty good at it too, if I do say so myself!)
Anyway, seeing as how both my parents get migraines (and this kind of thing tends to be genetic)...I have feared my entire life that I would end up with migraines as well. My brothers somehow escaped the curse, and up until this point in my life...so have I.
For the past week or so I have had a headache. It's not always pounding, but it is always there. Just creeping in the front of my head somewhere. I'm always afraid to set the damn thing off, so I keep the noise levels down, I keep the lights dim, and I do everything in my power not to upset the demon lurking just inside my skull. (NO COMMENTS, thank you very much)
I called my dad this morning to get more details about this migraine curse. I explained my symptoms. (last night I felt like I was going to vomit because it hurt so bad, this morning it's better but still there, I'm afraid of making it worse, Tylenol and Ibuprofen didn't touch it) I asked if this was similar to what he's experienced in the past. And.he.said.yes.
You know what?! Today would have been a good day to lie to me.