I’m lying on the couch listening to the icy February rain slide down my living room window. Dizzy, nauseated, and experiencing severe migraine, I can’t concentrate on anything other than my excruciating pain.
It feels like ice picks are digging behind my eye sockets and my entire head is being squeezed in an unrelenting vice grip. The only thoughts that penetrate the fog of illness are half-formed and terrifying.
Maybe I should go to the emergency room. Will that make the migraine worse? Will they believe me, or will think I’m seeking drugs?Read more on themighty.com