A quiet night in

For the first time in a long time, last night a migraine wiggled its way into my head, and it stayed there for far longer than it was really welcome for.

            Luckily it didn’t hit until I was on my way home, so I didn’t have to perform the standard internal desk based battle, trying to work out whether I really needed to leave to go home or whether my eyes were just tired - this game inevitably ends with me leaving it for too long and then finding myself incapable of being able to work out how the lift works and what door takes me home and what door takes me back into the office.

            If migraines were just an incredible painful headache that would be one thing, but the fact they tunnel my vision, blur my understanding of basic language and completely obscure my brains ability to turn words (written or spoken) into an understandable stream of information is what makes them really unbearable.

            This string of warning signs will normally hit me a couple of hours before a full blown migraine materialises, and if I’m lucky and have my normal stash of medication in my bag then the full attack can generally be avoided. Last night I think I ended up leaving it a bit too long before reaching for the magical pink pills – in a world that’s hot, humid and hazy, it’s not always clear whether it’s your vision that’s playing up or the clarity of the air that’s changed. Still, I got home in time, and spent the rest of the evening hiding under the duvet in a darkened room. What a cracking way to spend a Thursday night! Let's hope the slight tinge of weird vision that I'm having today is just the left overs, and not the beginnings of round two...