And just like that thoughts are gone. Not all gone, some are just wrapped in marshmallow, and access is thick, and sticky. Ugh, such a mess. Disastrous. Too much effort. I seriously hate my life right now, today, and not yesterday. (Hopefully not tomorrow.) These days suck obviously, and I feel like there are fewer of them thanks to the mew meds I've been on for several months. But I'm not really having fewer migraine days. All the days are still better tho.
Today happens to be a combination of hormone migraine plus and inherited cold migraine, a crappy combination. One just wishes that with all the efforts taken, you'd see a reduction in migraine days for fart's sake! Special glasses upon special glasses and hey, my eyes really DO feel better! Still migraines. Physical therapy out of pocket no less and what do you know, my better days are way better and I'm all kinds of functional! Still migraines. However, I'm not spending every evening locked in my room just to survive. I'm actually taking meds on more days and I think it's because I am so much more functional. I'm upsetting the beast. More function more often equals more migraine med days. But I'm still feeling better overall.
What this tells me is the beast is firmly planted, we just found a food it likes a little better. It's a happier beast. A happier beast living in you, running your life is better than an angrier beast.
Sometimes writing sucks. But not writing sucks even more.
