I was working on a new Horribles at work to post tonight, but at about 3pm I noticed a hole in my vision. A blind spot that is the precursor to a migraine. I’ve had 5 or 6 of them in my life. The very first was when I was working at The Book Man and I couldn’t read the titles of the books I was putting away. I was in the band Pam at the time and there was a practice at the Brotherhood of Evil Humans that night. I managed to get home and Bean was adamant about practicing even though I had the most killer of dillers of headaches. I thought that I had some kind of brain tumor and I was going to stroke or something.
The next one came probably two years later, while I was working at Macneill Library Service. I couldn’t read what was on the computer screen – which is exactly what happened today. Knowing now the warning sign that something terrible is going to descend on my head in short order, I packed up and left work. I biked home like a madman, hoping that I would be home before the headache proper hit. By the time I got home, about 30-40% of my vision was a blurry squiggly mess. I had a terrible feeling this one was going to be the worst ever – and I’ve had a couple that have been so bad I vomited.
But it turned out to be the least bad. Bad enough that I wouldn’t have been able to work, but good enough that I could sit in my room in the dark and watch Battlestar Galactica for 4 hours.
Of the half dozen migraines I’ve had, three of them were strung together over a four day period. I hope there won’t be any more this weekend because I’m planning on hanging out in Chilliwack and doing important things that require a painless brain!