Migraines

I must've been knocking on Karma's door only to keep punching it in the face because Karma has been unkind to me, sort of.
Each month, it brings with it a dry fury of pure malicious hatred in the form of migraine.
A raging storm of bilious vengeance wrecking havoc on my head, slashing at my sanity with a serrated double edged sword cutting it into ribbony shreds of agony and discomfort.

It hits in a sudden wave of sun sized tsunami and knocks each sense out of system in a series of well maneuvered attacks that leave every part inside a skull feeling swollen.
A throbbing sensation blooming with heartbreaking torture in every cell inside your face, under your hair, above your neck.. and one wonders how little life means worth living.

It has the power to distort each visual into a field of tormenting vision.
The smallest step or movement sending vibrations of hurting anguish smarting into every part of your head.
You don't want to sit or lie down, or move or even breathe.

This is migraine and that it has been coming to meet me almost every month doesn't really help with a happy existence.

It has trigger reasons, oh yes it does. Certain food items are known to actuate this madness. Cheese, chocolate, wine, cabbage..all of which I have known to imbibe the past week, and to that perhaps I may attribute this abhorrently nauseous affliction, but hindsight matters little during suffrage.

Time for action, and I'm loathe to say that every time I'm hit with a migraine attack I begin with a rather pacifist approach, when I should take a warrior stance, shield in hand, driving a mammoth lance into its black heart, the moment it comes anywhere near me.

Sadly however I begin with telling myself that it's just a small headache and keeping myself hydrated will cure this. I fool myself every time, considering how well hydrated I always am. Were I to drink anymore water, I'd be saturated with it, turning into one giant splash of liquid on the floor. Nevertheless I trudge on, increasing fluid intake, drinking almost twice more that I do and perhaps should.

Next stage of misreckoning comes when it's nighttime and my eyes feel behind them a thousand poison tipped needles of pain and I still tell myself that all I have to do is sleep this off with a soothing balm on my forehead, and a long sleep of deep breaths will cure this insatiable demonic ache.
Fool! Fool! When will you ever learn? Migraines are those bad spirits that don't come invited through ouija boards. They're a malevolent species of spiteful wraiths that can only be driven off with a well strategized attack of effective weaponry, in this case a 'medicine' specially crafted to rid an afflicted body off its saw toothed embrace.

Sometime around the early hours of morning, I half hobbled mostly crawled to my medicine trove, and fished around for a medicine like a dying man would grapple in the dark for last remaining breath and found within my grasp a small tablet of infinite promises.
To swallow that pill with a jug of delicious cool water was for me the work of moments, after which I kept lying down on the floor, gripping the medicine box, waiting for sweet release.
I might have slept off on the cool wooden floor, meaning which the medicine took immediate effects and was hauled back to bed unbeknownst to my half dead self.

I woke up sometime between refreshed and amnesiac to pain, under a sleeping cat who stayed curled up on my shoulder, seemingly observant of my harrowing night, and cautious not to disturb my sleep.

Fool! Why did I think of assuaging migraine, when a bloody assault from the very first throb would have been far more salubrious and curative?
I didn't have to bear through this pain for almost 36 hours.

Lesson learnt!