I have to say that life goes on all around you, even when you only feel half alive--as is the case when you have a migraine. You just want the world to stop so that you can jump off the life bus and go hide in a very dark hole.
Even so, life goes on outside your little, dark hole. You find the presence of mind (or what's left of it) to go outdoors and feed a squirrel by hand. You listen from inside a yoga-like trance to your husband while he rails against you on the phone for not cleaning out the catbox and so the cat has gone potty in his favorite chair--and when it gets to be just a bit too much, while driving in stop and go, you simply hang up and pretend the call dropped later.
You work, slowly and deliberately, picking your words carefully to keep the caller from yelling in your ear--which doesn't help when you answer the phone and they yell at someone else on their end of life.
Then, there are the folks who like to continue to press buttons in your ear--that does wonders for your hearing alone--nevermind the migraine that is basically taking your breath away.
I never used to have migraines. I don't know where they came from or why I have them on occasion now, but I sure wish they would go back to where they came from!
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