sundays are for migraines
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2011.07.24
Staggered off the couch at around one with a left side headache that felt just like a day-long weather headache. And I was right.
Two cafergot, two colas (happily not "cokes"), and thirteen hours of vomiting and writhing in pain and I was out of bed again, more or less. Eventually drifted out the door around six and took in the last of the day and the last of the jazz festival (a latin outfit from NYC was on stage, and they were good). Fetched up ordering a gluten-free pizza and watching everyone head for home.
I bet a full third of the full-on migraines I've had have been on a Sunday.