My Chronic Migraines Changed How I Parent With My Partner
I tried not to think about it. But the invisible grill roasting my brain was making the pain hard to ignore. I knew what came next. My nausea would kick in, vomiting would follow, and the pain in my head would rise so high that the tiniest sound or smallest sliver of light would feel like a medieval torture device. The only way to survive without a trip to the ER was to stay in bed until it was over — 36 hours later....