My days revolve around the avoidance of pain: when I’m in pain, I treat it; when I’m not in pain, I plan everything in order to avoid it.
I don’t remember what it’s like to be…
Only tired,
Only sick,
Only stressed.
The brain trumps all of it…
I would like to:
Drink beer,
Eat cheese/avocado/ice cream/raw onion/beef/bananas/yeasty bread/tomatoes/anything,
Stay up too late,
Sleep in too long,
Fly in an airplane,
Party too long,
Cry,
Drive on the interstate,
Hang out on a sunny day without sunglasses,
Not worry about hormones, stress, what others think, fluorescent lighting…
Although I would love my dinner guests to be:
1) Thomas Jefferson,
2) Jon Bon Jovi,
3) Beethoven,
4) Stephen King,
5) Sarah McLaughlin and so many others…
I know that it would better serve me – in my condition – to invite:
1) Someone like me,
2) Someone like me,
3) Someone like me,
4) Someone like me,
5) A doctor/neurologist/headache specialist who really understands what Migraine Disease IS and IS NOT.
Dinner with this group would probably include discussions about:
Drinking beer,
Eating cheese/avocado/ice cream/raw onion/beef/bananas/yeasty bread/tomatoes/EVERYTHING,
Staying up too late,
Sleeping in too long,
Flying in airplanes,
Partying too long,
Crying,
Driving on the interstate,
Hanging out on sunny days without sunglasses,
Not ever worrying about hormones, stress, what others think, fluorescent lighting…
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