Hello, my name is Mercedes. (Hi, Mercedes!) And I struggle with migraines. I’ve been dealing with them for about twenty years now, with varying degrees of success. I’ve done it all: kept a migraine journal, (Yeah, if you want good reading, read a migraine journal), a trigger journal, a journal of my feelings about migraines. (THEY SUCK, YAAAAAH!) I’ve been on prescription meds, been yanked off prescription meds, taken over the counter meds, tried acupressure, and at one time was eyeing a screwdriver with interest until my husband spirited it away and sent me to bed. But most of the time, he isn’t here. Usually I’m shuffling around the house with wild hair and my squinty eyes while trying to take care of the kidlets. I’m always terrified that the blinding pain will impair my ability to, oh, I don’t know, properly measure out seizure medication, or that sort of thing.
“I’m certainly sorry, Mercedes,” you say, “but what does this have to do with writing? This is a writing blog, you see.” And you point delicately at the “writing” category. Oh reader, how kind and helpful you are! Well, I shall tell you.
They’ve been hitting daily and that’s putting a serious crimp in my writing schedule. (See? Back to the subject at hand.) I have three hard deadlines coming up in the next two weeks, not to mention several soft deadlines. My production level is meh. My inspiration is nnnnngh. My actual output is pfft.
Enough, says I! Today is the first day of a super clean, nothing processed, no salt/sugar/wheat/dairy diet that lasts for six weeks. After the initial six weeks, I’ll slowly add things back in one at a time. This should help me identify dietary triggers. That’s the hope.
Seriously, folks. This might kill me, but I’m determined. Please be kind as I go through what I’m sure will be severe withdrawal. If you taunt me with your delicious baked goods and your highly processed comfort foods, I’ll come after you with a knife. I will. But I love all of you madly. You know this. Thank you so much for your support. The advice and suggestions that you have already Twittered/emailed me have been overwhelming in their kindness. You don’t understand how appreciated you are.
(And for a good time, Google images “migraine”. See all of those models prettily furrowing their brow while they flutter delicate fingers to their heads? I don’t think that’s an accurate representation. There is a really awesome picture of a blond covering her eyes while she’s engaged in an open mouthed, ugly cry. That rocked!)