I spent some time today doing online research about hormonal migraines. And discovered that they’ve had some success with two therapies–one is a steriod that might lower my voice and cause me to grow a beard; the other is a drug that might addle my brain and just might possibly give me a migraine every single DAY (which is what I’ve had for the last week, and it ain’t no picnic.)
Sigh. The week of migraines I’ve just come through is the result of me and my doctor trying to regulate hormones through a more common treatment, and I think it backfired, big time. So I might as well just tough it out and be normal. I think.
My daughter is always telling me that she thinks she’s going to get brain cancer. When I asked her whatever in the world gave her that idea, she said that because she’s been as healthy as a horse all her life, she’s overdue.
So maybe migraines are just my thorn in the flesh. And if that’s all I have to deal with, I am a blessed woman indeed.
Fortunately, I know I don’t get migraines when I stress. When I’m stressed, my eye lashes move in and out. It’s hilarious. It’s like they line up and say, “All together, now! I’ll move left and you move right . . .” (And by now you’re thinking I’ve overdosed on some psychotropic drug, right?) Nah. Just telling it like it is on a Saturday night.