Last Saturday afternoon I developed a low-grade migraine, which meandered back & forth between a one and a two on the migraine pain scale, and stayed with me for nearly 72 hours. At that point, while I was at work on Tuesday, it bloomed up to about a five or six. I was already feeling a bit nauseated and didn’t want to take a shot at work (as it sometimes makes me feel intensely nauseated for about 30 minutes or so). So I waited until I got home, and unfortunately, the shot didn’t kick in for close to two hours.

Trying to fall asleep Wednesday night, it seemed to me that calling in sick the next day would probably be a good idea. I’d had little sleep all week, the nasty extended migraine, and a fair amount of stress from all sorts of directions. So I set my alarm for the usual time, left a message on my supervisor’s work voicemail that I had a migraine & wouldn’t be in to work, and went back to bed.

Must be psychic - I woke up several hours later with a migraine, already ratcheting up to about a six. So yet another shot - although luckily this time the shot went off without complications. The last 6 or 8 shots I’ve had to take have either hurt like hell (probably hit a nerve) or bled like hell (probably hit a blood vessel). I’ve had nasty quarter-sized bruises, in various stages of healing, on both hips for a few weeks now (when I run out of easily-reached spots on one hip, I start on the other, and the bruises usually take upwards of a week to heal).

Still, it’s the first month in the last 4 or 5 that I’ve had more than 2 migraine attacks in 30 days, so I can’t bitch all that much. And I’m incredibly grateful to the Family Medical Leave Act, since it allows me not to worry about losing my job over migraines.