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teetering on the edge of a migraine

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I woke up early with a migraine this morning and couldn't shake it - it was getting progressively worse when I tried a desperate cure.

It was food. Usually when I feel myself descending into the grips of a bad migraine, the pain is accompanied by visual problems, muscle cramping, and of course nausea. I'd tried the usual cocktail of medications over the course of eight long hours, and was getting bad enough that I was considering going home for the day (no sense working through having to run to vomit) when I decided on a walk in the mist to a food court. One hamburger and coke later, accompanied by some greasy french fries (which I no longer eat, as a rule) and I could tell within fifteen minutes that I'd pulled out of the nose dive.

Usually food is the last thing on my mind, and today I wasn't at all sure that it would work. But coming back from the TD centre I knew I'd be okay for the afternoon. Which, given that the audit report was due, turned out to be one I shouldn't miss. And now that it's evening, I can go home and enjoy my family's company.