While I would prefer to keep my migraines out of this blog, I have found that it may be near to impossible.  You see, I suffer chronic daily headaches as well as frequent migraines.

Oh they’re clever too. They can strike quickly, or very sloooow! Sometimes my fingers begin to tingle.   Every once in a while I become  mean, unbearably mean, like the bully who would pick out any physical trait that made for good fodder. There are times that I become rock bottom depressed wondering how my world began to suck so hard.  

Then there is the the slow loss of my vocabulary.  It used to be after a severe migraine, I would lose words very easily.  I pictured my brain with grill marks charred into it.  Now though, everyday I struggle to find words and often wind my way around to what I’m attempting to in say in five words rather than two.

 As a poet this is turning out to be the hardest part.  

Sure migraines are good material for poems.  The intense pounding of my head, seeing weird lights,  feeling like a pencil is being pushed into my temple or sometimes my inner eye.  Or the time (TMI ahead) I threw up red Gatorade and (not wearing my glasses) thought I had internal bleeding!
But this loss of words has really thrown me.  I was used to losing words for a day or two during recovery from a brutal migraine.  Now, I forget words daily, or for a week at a time.  I have to describe to Mike what I am trying to say, in order to find the word.  It’s a little unsettling.  

 

It also leads to a lot more revising in my poems.