Since I was a little girl, I’ve had to cope with migraines. For those of you who don’t know what a migraine is, it’s basically a really, really, sore head, and you feel sick, and you can’t see properly, and it’s just not good at all.
It’s something that’s had a bit more of an effect recently than it ever has before.
I don’t like getting sent home from school, because that means catching up with work, which means more homework, and homework isn’t fun. But because these migraines keep getting worse, I’m getting a ton of work to do all at once, which is a bit stressful.
I got my first migraine when I was about six and had no idea what was happening. I started seeing weird blotches everywhere and being like “ahhhhh I can’t seeeeeee!”, (when you have a migraine, you become really sensitive to light as well, which is one of the main triggers). I was ferried home, sent to my bed, and stayed off for the rest of the week.
It wasn’t until Dad told me he got migraines too that I calmed down and accepted the fact that I wasn’t going blind. He told me that he got them about once or twice a month, but I had probably inherited them from him. Thanks Dad.
I thought it was probably a one-off and just got on with life. They went away for a bit, but came back round about primary seven, when the same thing happened; off home and bed bound I was.
After that, they made appearances every two or three months. It wasn’t until the beginning of fifth year that got really bad.
After me and dad went to the hospital and they told me they’re most probably stress-induced (which is quite worrying, 16 and stressed doesn’t sound the best), they gave me some tablets in the hope they’ll get better. Well these tablets, I am convinced, are sleeping pills. I take one and then, bam, 15 minutes later I’m out for the count. It’s great because I get to sleep off the migraine and when I wake up I usually feel better.
It just sucks that I get them. They really aren’t nice. But I guess it does mean a lot of sleeping.
And I like sleeping, a lot.