I'd be crazy to think that "normal" in terms of life as a disabled migraine patient should look anything like your "normal"... When I say this, I want you to think about your week. For the most part, you work your scheduled days, enjoy your weekends, and absolutely dread waking up on a Monday morning. That's your routine. Even as a student, Monday's are dreadful and suddenly you're halfway through the semester wondering how on Earth you've gone this many weeks and how this new semester's routine became so normal so fast. Each day brings a new attitude, because each day is closer to the weekend or a fun event. I have to admit, with football season pretty much being over, I don't know what day it is 99% of the time. That's crazy right? I think it is. My "days" exist in a bubble of I took medicine two days ago, so even though I need some today, I have to wait until tomorrow. I leave my medication on my counte
I want to address you in the proper way, but I feel like in order to do that, I need to address myself. Because, when I first was told I had migraines, there was so much information I wish I had at my fingertips. So, in Brad Paisley style, if I could write a letter to me... (That is also to you - newly diagnosed, finally diagnosed, lacking a diagnosis and surrounded by an entire group of people who will never truly get it) First, I want to let you know that are you are so far from being alone in this. 1 in every 4 households in the US includes someone who has migraines. That's over 38 million people in our country. Migraines come about for all sorts of reasons, and you're going to spend the rest of your life being grilled by the general population as to what is causing yours. There's really two main categories if you ask me, those of us who are genetically predisposed to developing migraines because one our parents experienced them and those of us who have expe