between december 28th and january 3rd, i had 5 migraines in 6 days. i measure it differently, depending on my mood:
9 imitrex in 144 hours.
8 meals taken, 10 missed.
6 wet towels from 6 wet icepacks, who each dripped their condensation down the thin curls on the back of my neck.
unending orange gatorade, my favorite perk.
a new year’s without champagne or cheering — and blessedly snooki-free.
i called kooky doctor, got an appointment for the next day and received a new med — a beta blocker — as well as more anti-depressants in hopes that regulating the size of the blood vessels in my head LA LA SCIENCE SCIENCE would kill the headaches.
january 9th i woke up without a headache.
and then i had one — but just one! — surely that’s manageable, yes?
and another yesterday. and another today.
maybe i’ll never learn not to hope so much, maybe i’ll always be surprised when things don’t work out right.
for now i’m hiding in my bed with my gatorade. please send cheese.