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Migraine Barbie has Snapped! (Photo credit: Deborah Leigh (Migraine Chick)

I’m finally learning to be selective on the topic of migraines and the level in which I discuss my living with them.  Typical conversations about food, alcohol consumption, sights, sounds, or any other little thing can trigger “trigger talk”.  I let the other party speak on their own headaches or those of someone they know (millions of people endure these headaches, they’re not uncommon, but I’m sure you know that).  My response has now become a variation of “I’m sorry”, followed with, “yes, everybody’s different.”  It’s as gracious as I can be on the topic because I truly am sorry, I wouldn’t wish the pain on anyone, and everybody really is different.

I was right about yesterday’s vertigo, it was actually a visual aura.  I can count on one hand how many times that has happened to me (three).  I woke up at 1am in the abyss, knowing today would be a challenge.

I’m always learning and trying new things when it comes to the headaches.  I think my favorite is when my cousin, one of my best friends, picks up cessation ideas from NPR or some other excellent source…everything from my need to get a tattoo of the patron saint of migraines (St. Gemma Galgani, btw) to drinking a Slurpee really fast to freeze it out.  What’s the worst that can happen in the latter scenario, I still have a headache but I drank in a little sweet nostalgia?  I’m in.