Archive for February 12th, 2007


I hate it when it happens. There’s simply no knowing when it will – no pattern to it whatsoever! The alarm clock was set to 6am, but the moment I opened my eyes, there it was – the psychedelic aura buzzing away in front of my eyes making it difficult for me to see. Buggr, buggr, buggrrrr! And from then on it’s all downhill. No pain yet, but I stumble around, forgetting where the furniture is in sheer irritation at being subjected to the indignities of a migraine again. I’m a strong woman! I can deal with anything! So why can these annoying migraines bring me to my knees so effectively?

Swearing under my breath I stumble through into the living room where Kevin is sleeping on the sofa trying to recover from a bad back – our mattress on the floor in the bedroom is doing him no favours, so he sleeps in the living room these days. I am supposed to teach at 8, but there’s no chance of that, with or without my powerful Imigran. It still takes several hours before it clears.

I crawl back to bed placing a large glass of water with MigraMax dissolved in it next to me, set the alarm to 7 in a burst of optimism and try to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, a panic attack sets in to add further misery to my morning, and as the pain starts up helps multiply the thumping in my head. Pooooor me!!!

7 comes and goes – no improvement. 8 chimes in, I grab the mobile and miserably phone Berlitz to inform of my miserable state. Kevin wakes up and falls slowly and painfully off the sofa to start his day. In spite of his ruined back, he gets ready to go to his part-time job writing teasers for bwin.com, and before he goes he asks me if there is anything I need. The blind leading the deaf…? We’re a great team…

The pain subsides slowly, around noon I can just about think again and I drag myself to the shower feeling acutely just how pathetic I must seem. The pressure in the brain will be there for another 24 hours, but at least I can speak again – perhaps a mixed blessing to my surroundings, but a relief to me – and see normally. I.e, I am able to teach my afternoon/evening class.

Oh misery, misery! When shalt thou leave us poor folk alone?!
Evening is here. It’s a little strange; sometimes I would rather not leave the house, but I actually enjoy teaching so much I always feel better after (and during, of course) a class. I really wouldn’t be without that. The first school I taught at was run by a woman I absolutely abhor, but the students have never let me down – they have always made it worth every second. Just think, I even miss the students from those very first classes. Too bad the miserable bitch I worked for had no redeeming features of any kind. May she burn in hell forever! I don’t care how long that is, but hopefully longer than in legal terms. Entirely my highly personal opinion, of course. But I haven’t met anyone with a different opinion yet… I’ve heard her politely referred to as ‘the Ice Queen’. She’d probably like that.

My poor man has fallen off the sofa again.

(Kevin. He’s heard something about how you can lessen pain by transferring it to an alternate area. He has also heard that alcohol is a muscle relaxant. Here he is trying to combine the two theories.)


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