#migraine hell

[anthropwashere]

I just got assigned nonbinary by my ex-husband and today marks 6 years since 24/7 migraine hell started.

These two things have nothing to do with each other, but they sure are things!

#migraine hell

[parasite-core]

I just learned from randomly looking up afterimages and seeing that one of my migraine medicines is linked to them, and knowing I started getting afterimages when I got my severe photophobia I looked up if that medicine was linked to photophobia and sure as fuck.

I am so upset. I cannot believe with all the times I’ve brought up to my neurologist that my photophobia is the most debilitating part of my condition that no one EVER thought to check it any of the medicines they had me on might be causing it. They are always trying to redirect me to other things and never addressing the photophobia and it might be as easy as weaning me off this medication and finding an alternative??? Fuck man I am pissed.

#personal #migraine hell #I don’t get mad easily but this has me severely upset #I’ve been dealing with this for TWO YEARS #I was fired from my last job #which was a blessing in disguise but still #and I haven’t been able to safely drive in two years #and it might be the fucking medicine I was on??? #I’m big mad

[pessimistic-gh0st]

I hate having migraines so fucking much.

#they are so irritating #i would love to be able to just get through one week without having at least one #but does that happen?? #no of course not. #it's funny because it's true #migraine hell #migraines #gh0st.txt

[wafflessquad]

today's achievements so far:

didn't throw up

managed to eat a single pack of breakfast biscuits

#actually surprising because i even left the toilet seat up when i went to sleep it's not like i had any doubts #migraine hell #on the bright side at least i don't have to deal with the metro #which i'm sure is hellish today since my line also goes through gare du nord

[arvencacklethorn]

I'd nearly forgotten..

When your medication says to *never* skip a dose.. oh does that need to be taken seriously.

I try my best to stay on track, but in this instance I had a fatigue flareup that kept me stuck to my bed like a sad little bug.. and I missed taking my medications all the day because of it. That was yesterday. Being a bit too concerned about "the right timing" for my meds, I tried to wait until a certain time to then finally take them.

This was a very. big. mistake.

I'd waited particularly long for the 'right' time to take my migraine prevention medicine, which meant I'd gone more than 24hrs without it- long enough for it to mostly leave my system.

So, this morning turned into quite the shock. A swift return the mind-searing agony I'd gone so long without. A sheer drop into that blindingly dizzy and nauseating abyss, where even an iota of light or sound sends me whirling. I was just there, with my head feeling like it could explode at any minute, and that it was somehow being actively raked with hot claws from the inside. The onset of all this took less than an hour. By the point where it had gotten to there, it took serious effort to drink a sip of water, let alone take pills. Every sight, sound, smell, or touch- brutal and overwhelming additives to the pain. I couldn't think clearly, and every time I tried to speak just turned into a whimper, or a laugh that disturbs me on an instinctive level.

I know that I used to go about my day dealing with all that, that I used to go to school like that when I was younger.. I can't understand how I ever got by. I know that during those *years* of a nigh-continuous migraine, I did sometimes half-jokingly ask people to 'off' me.. I see that I wasn't joking so much, in hindsight. I don't know how I survived like that, let alone managed anything I accomplished.

Back to today's matter- I did eventually manage to take my pills, then just curled up with my eyes covered and some cloth to bite on til eventually I dozed off. It's still there, just kind of a dull aching in the outreaches of my skull, my eyes feel raw and brittle, but the meds worked, and I'll be able to manage.. hence the long ramblings here. I think I've learned my lesson. I do have bad/breakthrough migraine days even while on my meds properly, but never quite like this.

I'd nearly forgotten the personal hell that migraines can be, and why I need to be mindful of it in trying to care for myself. Someday I'll probably forget again, and be painfully reminded once more- but until then I'll just keep trying my best, and hope for the best.

Take care of yourselves out there.

#severe chronic migraines #chronic illness #migraines #disability #migraine hell #vent post

[eyeofthenewt1]

chronic pain

#ashton greymoore #critical role fanart #bells hells #gesture drawing #Ashton having real visible cracks coming from his head and chronic pain can actually be something so dear to me #-a person with chronic headaches and migraines who also feels like their skull is a brittle stone being picked at with hammer and chisel #Is Ash gonna become my my new projection blorbo like Caleb was a couple years back? Tune in next time to see.. #Would make sense honestly tho cause trauma was my biggest issue back then and chronic pain is now so.... #annathenewt art #my art #critrole

[fishnchip3011]

once again sebastian is shocked to discover that rowan is (GASP) someone with genuine goodwill and kind intent

#not everyone is out to get u brother #real shocker i know #my art #bro doesnt know hes going to develop the biggest most heart throbbing crush of his life #nobody tell him hell be ripping his hair out & pining endlessly for the next few years. wants him so bad he gets migraines LMFAO #farmer rowan #stardew valley #sdv #sdv oc #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #sdv farmer #stardew valley fanart #sdv fanart #sebastian sdv #sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian #stardew sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #comic

[iamthedancing]

warning to to my fellow photosensitives: last night's game changer episode (deja vu) is amazing but is also full of flashing lights

please be careful and "watch" by just listening to the audio/give this one a skip/take care in whatever way makes the most sense for you and your situation!

#gamechanger #game changer #dropout #deja vu #after the first few times it happened #I realized it was just going to be a Thing this episode #and “watched” the rest with the browser window minimized #but I still got a hell of a migraine just from the bit that I did watch #so I'm hoping that this warning will get to other photosensitive fans before they find out the hard way #edit: realized this had a missing word if you saw this earlier and it didn't make sense sorry about that!

[thebibliosphere]

I’ve been saying this for several years now, but once my body stops trying to kill me it’s over for you (my executive dysfunction) bitches.

#chronic health tag #I’m trapped in the ADHD hell of wanting and needing to do so many things #but my body just isn’t letting me #to add insult to injury I woke up with a migraine too #so I’m just 🫠 this morning

[anthropwashere]

I ended up scrolling through my 'migraine hell' tag and it's honestly wild how much of All That Bullshit I've completely forgotten. Chronic illness and insomnia really do just kill the brain in a thousand little ways. Also I didn't start tagging migraine hell as such until October 2018, and migraine hell memorably began February 27 of that year. I know I griped about it on here before that. I distinctly remember a time when I used to track migraine hell by the days, and the weeks, and the months, and now it's been so long I forgot to pay attention when I hit 5 years until weeks after it passed. I absolutely whined on here before October 2018, I just don't know how I tagged it

Anyway my main takeaway from scrolling through past-anthrop's rambling is fuck rheumatology and FUCK acupuncture and F U C K aimovig and Botox

#migraine hell #I'd completely forgotten i used to have horrible tinnitus as a medication side effect but boy did it piss me off back then #also forgot that half the reason i quit wearing makeup was the migraines #even though not wearing makeup made people realize real quick when i was having a particularly bad day #ah 27 year old anthrop. i wish i could tell her it gets better #it hasn't yet #i just don't give a shit anymore

[parasite-core]

One of these days I will remember that flipping on the bathroom light to put something on the counter and then immediately turning it back off in quick succession triggers a migraine. Today is apparently not that day, but one of these days I’ll remember not to fucking wreck my brain for two seconds of light 😔

#personal #migraine hell

[chaosgenasi]

True bravery is to stand in the face of fear and doubt and march ever on. True bravery inspires others to fall in line behind you and defy their illusions.

#critical role #criticalroleedit #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #ashton greymoore #imogen temult #taliesin jaffe #laura bailey #cr3 #bells hells #basil.gif #ashton #imogen #ashton my BELOVED. i love their character growth with eshteross especially like. mistrust to telling him about hexum just before he died #to this. it's so good #not to mention imogen !!! i love their friendship & that mutual sort of understanding? like laudna & ashton have all these parallels #but idk i love team migraine who both have chaotic powers and overwhelming brains and so much rage

[autisticlancemcclain]

Their room reeks so strongly of peppermint that it makes Keith’s eyes sting. He blinks it away, slipping into the room as quickly as he can, minimizing the amount of light bleeding into the hallway. The lump of covers on their bed trembles slightly, and Keith’s heart breaks at the sight of it. He sets a glass of ice water on the bedside table, slipping out of his clothes in favour of a softer t-shirt and pyjama pants. He picks the cup back up and turns to the blanket lump, gently peeling the covers off his husband’s face. It’s wet, covered in tears, and his eyes are squeezed shut, fingers pressed deeply against them in an attempt to ease the pressure.

“Sit up,” he requests gently. Lance doesn’t move immediately, and Keith doesn’t push, gently stroking his forehead and untangling his hair. Lance leans in to the touch, relishing the cold of his fingers.

“It hurts,” he croaks, after several minutes. Finally he takes his hand away from his face, cracking open his bleary brown eyes.

Keith sighs. “I know, baby. But the water will help.”

“Okay.”

Keith squeezes his shoulder, then quickly crawls onto the mattress behind him, leaning against the headboard and helping Lance pull himself up so he’s leaning upright onto Keith’s chest. The change in altitude, however minuscule, make his breath hitch, and seconds later Keith feels something wet drip onto his arms, hears it drop steadily onto the duvet.

He winces. This one is…bad. He’s reminded, painfully, of the first time he ever witnessed Lance have an episode, hunched over a toilet bowl and shaking so bad Keith had been convinced he was seizing. The then-Blue Paladin had begged him, in between gags and heaves, not to tell anyone. Keith, who had only really known him for six months, six months of near-constant arguing broken up only by rare moments of true teamwork, who had barely considered them friends, had already been halfway out the door, Coran’s name on his tongue.

Keith had been scared shitless. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew enough to know that it was serious, that Lance was in real danger. His mind flashed to poisoning from a backstabbing ally, alien sickness a human immune system couldn’t fight off. A million different worst-case scenarios had rushed through his head, making Keith want to throw up himself.

But the terror in Lance’s eyes had scared him a thousand times more than whatever was wrong with him. So he had swallowed his fear, then, and kept his mouth shut, placing a tentative hand on Lance’s back as he vomited and carefully watched the door.

He doesn’t have to watch the door, anymore. There’s no more hiding.

But the fear has never left him.

“The meds aren’t doing anything,” Lance rasps. He’s drained the entire glass of water in seconds, body desperate for something to replenish all the sweat and tears and shaking effort of fighting off something that isn’t there.

“How long?”

“Third time.”

Keith tightens his arms around Lance’s waist, eyes closing in resigned disappointment. Third time — the meds have been ineffective for three consecutive attacks. It doesn’t work.

Fuck. They’d been hopeful about this one.

“We’ll talk to Coran.”

It had taken a year of Keith desperately trying to keep Lance’s secret — from the ‘real grown-ups’, as Lance called them — before they’d been caught. Usually Lance’s migraines were pretty predictable, warning signs obvious enough in advance that they could either find something to prevent it or get Lance somewhere he wouldn’t be disturbed.

But once they couldn’t manage it.

Neither of them could have predicted the bright, flashing lights of the planet the team was visiting. Nor did they know how badly that was going to hit Lance. One second he was fine, upright, laughing with Hunk, and then next the lights were flashing in and out like an ambulance and Lance’s eyes were rolling back into his head. He had come back as fast as he’d passed out, before he even hit the ground, but there was no mistaking the way he looked like someone had just taken a mallet to his skull, the way his palms were pressed, digging, into his eyes, the way he was obviously and clearly in pain.

Migraine has never been a large enough word.

Lance groans quietly. “I don’t — not right now.” He pushes himself forward slightly and then carefully spins around, so he’s no longer leaning against Keith but leaning into him, head buried into his neck. Keith moves his arms until he’s adjusted, then wraps them back around his waist, resting his head on top of Lance’s and just holding him, covering him, letting him know he’s there. “You know what he’s going to make me do.”

The team had wanted to push Lance into a pod immediately. Keith had been yelled at by five seperate people at the same time when he’d stood in between them and Lance, protective hand on his arm, and refused to move.

That’s when he thinks things clicked for the two of them, he thinks. Not when he found out for the first time, not when he promised to keep quiet, not when Lance stood by him and Black’s choice, not in the countless other times they’d fought and won together. But the time Keith had stood between him and their friends, the people who wanted them to be safe, and said without saying the words I am on your side. I will be on your side, even if I don’t agree, even if it’s the wrong one.

“It’ll help,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to Lance’s temple. “I know it won’t make it go away, but you won’t feel it while it works it’s way. And who knows? Maybe this time it will fix something.”

“I doubt it.”

It hadn’t then, either. Lance had eventually agreed, battered, to a pod (“I can’t do it, Keith, I can’t, I’ll get stuck in there and suffocate and won’t even be awake to try and save myself —” “I’ll keep watch.” “What?” “The entire time. As long as it takes. I’ll stay awake and make sure you come out. I swear it, Lance.”), staying in cryosleep as the migraine worked it’s way through his body and the rest of them puzzled over his brain scans. They had even contacted the Olkari, the leading scientists in medicine besides the Alteans themselves, but no one in space is familiar enough with the human brain to find any miracles. And besides, from all angles, everything looked normal. Healthy, even, besides the pain. But obviously there was something wrong.

“That’s okay. We’ll just…sit here for a bit.” He knows that he should try to get Lance into a pod sooner rather than later. He can’t really sleep when he’s like this, so he’s just suffering, head pounding and nausea twisting his stomach, pain wrapped around his nerves. At least when he’s in the pod he’s in stasis. His migraines aren’t usually this bad — he can usually handle low lighting, can usually swallow the pain enough to smile and work and interact with the team; hell, usually the painkillers work — but when they are this bad, there are no other options. When they’re this bad, nothing does anything; not the water or an ice pack or the dark room or rest or peppermint or anything. (The peppermint always comes out, though, because Lance says it smells like healing. It smells like the times it /does/ work, smells like when he puts it on and the pain goes away. Keith will take burning eyes for that.)

For a while, the team put all their downtime into trying to figure out what they could do to fix things. Lance went through brain scans when he wasn’t hurting, when he was, when he was only hurting a little. He had so much blood drawn that he became anaemic again. Different ideas were tossed around and disproven three days later. He cycled through meds. The only thing that everyone could agree on, something that Lance already knew, was that the migraines started after the Sendak incident. Brain damage, of some kind. Once, carefully and kindly, Coran suggested that the pain might be psychosomatic. Keith and Shiro refused to talk to him for days, both remembering years of doctor’s visits that almost always ended with Well, Mr. Shirogane, have you considered that your problems may be more mental than physical?

It had been Lance’s scolding as much as Coran’s guilty face that had to two of them fixing things. Psychosomatic or not, Lance had reasoned, there’s something wrong, and what it is doesn’t really matter so long as it can be treated.

But it couldn’t. Be treated, that is. So long as it appears that Lance’s brain is just…attacking itself, sending off rapid fire pain signals for no reason, he just has to live with the constant pain of it, and the dread of the pod, the one fear Lance has never been able to fight off.

“I’ll watch,” Keith murmurs, lips pressed to Lance’s hair. He tightens his hold as Lance shudders.

He always has. It’s been eight years, in space, and Lance has been forced to enter a pod more times than he can count, for hours on end. But Keith has always stood there. He has always stood guard, watching the pod until he is bleary eyed, because he made a promise and he intends to keep it.

“Okay.” Lance exhales, long and slow. “As long as you’re with me, okay.”

“Always.”

#chronic migraines baby ❤️ hell on earth #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #hurt lance #langst #brown eyed lance #soft keith #worried keith #my writing #longpost #fic

[sparring-spirals]

incredible plot twists happening as of episode 70

Image id in alt text and under the cut below

[Image description: An edited version of the "Moon's Haunted" tweet. It now says

Bell's Hells: oh hey u guys are back safe

Imogen and Ashton: Moon's not haunted enough

Bell's Hells: what?

Imogen and Ashton: *holding the seed of the All Minds Burn and getting back on the rocket ship* we're going to introduce a new species to the moon

end id]

#ok gn #critical role #cr spoilers #c3e70 #ashton #imogen temult #all minds burn #migrain buddies #bell's hells #shitpost

[silverskye13]

How do you people who get regular migraines like. Survive.

#spazzcat barks #delete later #currently experiencing the rare occasion by which i get a migrain #there is an ice pick wedged in my right eye #sounds make me nauseous #i threw up when i tried to put in a headphone earlier #this is hell actually #everything tastes like blood #how the heck am i supposed to drive home actually

[revenantghost]

So I’ve had a bit of a thought about plants ever since reading Trimax (no spoilers because we get no answers though lol), and I can’t help but wonder if anyone else has reached the same conclusion? Given the twisted, often mutilated but human-adjacent form that plants have in any given version of Trigun, and given that independent plants are nearly built just like humans...

Are plants the product of human experimentation?

In every translation of what little info I’ve seen, it’s stated that plants were created by humans. Not the product of alien life or anything, but of humans themselves. And given how they look, and given Tesla... Well, I just think it makes an awful lot of sense.

It also makes both Knives and Vash’s plight a bit more interesting, if we’re all growing off the same branch.

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #Trimax #Trigun Stampede #Tristamp #Trigun Meta #Am I remotely coherent enough to make this post? No #BUT I CANNOT CONTAIN IT ANY LONGER #It stood out to me so much I wondered if maybe it was discussed in supplemental material #But idk man I just work here #Ok back into pain and migraine hell good night #My Trigun Meta