Poetry On Odyssey: The Conditions Of A Migraine
Battling migraines has always been my toughest fight.
Fluorescent lights blind me
Even daylight seems like the brightest spotlight only shining on me
The small lamp on my bedside is now a lighthouse
And I'm the last boat coming to shore
Every small sound becomes a thunderous boom
The ticking of a clock
Which most barely notice
Suddenly becomes its own cacophony
Each new sound is a jackhammer pulsating on my head
No amount of earplugs can drown out the noise of my own heavy breathing
I could move to Antarctica with the amount of ice I need to cool down my body
But it still wouldn't take away the horrendous sound of ice cubes clanking together
Darkness quickly becomes my new best friend
A feat hard to accomplish in the middle of an Arizona summer
Thick curtains and blinds are truly my saving grace
Medication lasts for at least three hours if you're lucky
Give it a little more time and I have to re-dose
Don't get me started on the nausea
Do you know what it's like to not be able to keep water down?
The amount of pain I endure is unparalleled to anything I've felt before
This is what happens when I get a migraine