Sunday, 14 March 2010
Mother's Day is a headache....
Short post today.
Thank you very much for all your kind comments about my cushion covers. As mentioned very briefly somewhere (in the text? in the comments? somewhere...) that I've started making a white version of the black spotty cushion and was intending to do a whole load of them today, but the veins in my head had other ideas.
It was a lovely sunny morning so I decided to do tiny spot of pruning in the garden - we have some extremely bold brambles that need reminding of their place - so I spent a happy 15 minutes or so snipping and ripping stuff out. Decided that was enough (didn't want to overdo it and, anyway, wanted to get started crocheting) so came in. As I was taking off my leather gloves and changing from my gardening clogs, I noticed the telltale strip of white sparkly lights cutting halfway across the vision in my right eye. Good grief. A migraine.
I was plagued by these throughout my late teens and early twenties, and they were hell. I would end up grey and vomiting and having to have two days off work - one day to have the headache and another day to recover because they were so violent. I was sent to a Migraine Clinic and had electrodes attached to my head while they shone flickering lights in my eyes. I tried cutting out cheese, red wine and chocolate but all was to no avail. Eventually they stopped sending me appointments because they couldn't find out what was wrong. They gave me some beta blockers to take when the headaches struck but all that managed to do was to reduce the duration from 2 days to 1.
Eventually, cutting a very long story short, I found the answer in chiropractic treatment. So I just make sure I go for a 'crunch' a couple of times a year. I guess I must be overdue for a visit.
I went back to bed at about 11am and slept until 1.30pm. The immediate sharp pain had gone but it was now dissipated throughout my skull, leaving it feeling like I'd been kicked in the head. Actually, I tell you what it feels like, a really bad hangover headache. But I could barely see - migraines do weird things to your vision - imagine looking into a lightbulb and then looking elsewhere. You get a blind spot and sometimes double vision, a bit like the picture at the top of the page. Sorry if it's weirding you out but it's the closest representation I've found of what having a migraine is like but without the flashing lights, pain and vomiting. Be grateful.
So I took it easy this afternoon, just blobbing out to whatever I could find on the telly. I cannot bear 'chick flicks' as a rule but I am a sucker for a good Jane Austen and this afternoon they showed the 2005 'Pride and Prejudice' with Keira Knightley and Matthew McFadyen, which is a gorgeous adaptation. Cracking cast and beautiful cinematography. I trust you'll forgive me - I've been ill.