On Sunday night, I woke to a Level 8 migraine. On a scale of 1 to 10, a Level 8 headache features truly severe pain. Just imagine someone jamming an ice pick through your right temple and into the eyeball. Now, tack on light sensitivity, balance issues and nausea.
Thanks a lot, Summer.
After stumbling down the hallway to the bathroom, I donned my Cefaly device and returned to bed for a full treatment session. By the time it ended an hour later, the migraine was still tormenting my brain, but the pain had dropped to a Level 7. Even though my head continued to throb, a Level 7 headache meant I could muster enough strength to dress, walk downstairs, make some tea and soup and swallow the migraine meds that can only be taken with food.
The damn migraine lasted for several more hours before abating around 2 a.m. And although it rebounded around sunrise, I was able to get some much-needed work done. For that, I must thank my little space tiara.
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Nell Stundell
Jade,
So sorry to hear of your continued suffering. I know about migraines and I empathize.
I wound up in the ER yesterday because I almost passed out and my blood pressure skyrocketed. They tested me for everything and couldn’t find an answer. Fortunately, I feel better today.
Have you experienced any low frequency sounds? Do some research on the Havana Syndrome. I even discussed it with someone I know who works for NASA. There are so many puzzling cases now with unknown causes.
Here’s hoping your migraines diminish and the world becomes a better place. My best to Marcus. Wishing you both the best.
Nell 🥰
Jade Walker
Oh my goodness! Nell! I’m so sorry to hear about your recent health scare. As someone who’s fainted in the past (and caused quite a bit of damage on the way down), I can certainly empathize. I hope the docs are able to figure out what the issue is and fix it. Glad you’re feeling better today.
Can’t say I’ve experienced any low-frequency sounds but the stories I’ve read on Havana Syndrome make it sound miserable. Alas, my migraines are both genetic and triggered by heat/barometric pressure changes. Thus, my intense dislike of Summer. C’mon, Autumn! I’m ready.