Harbinger

Herself crashed into the migraine like a brick wall -- she turned to reach for a file on her desk at work, and the world suddenly tilted.  Oh, no.  After several ibuprofen, an antihistamine for the vertigo, a carbohydrate snack for the nausea, and three hours immobile on the couch in the dark, she's somewhat human again. She's quite glad that migraine like this doesn't hit terribly often. Awful.

While resting, Herself thought about the pre-migraine hours this morning, when she'd found herself gazing into the Void, feeling disconsolate and angry and bitter about several Things -- Things about which she might normally be a bit melancholy or frustrated, but which she has learned to accept or address. It's not the first time, she realized, that fairly intensely negative thoughts have preceded a migraine. There's a connection, she's sure. 

Is that Despair part of the prodrome? Can it be prevented? (That would be good, as it's nearly as unpleasant as the migraine itself.) Or should she just realize that's what is happening and ride the wave through, into and past the migraine? Difficult to do, for feelings are not so rational. What she really needs in those moments is the comfort of a person who will listen and nod understandingly, and not judge her for crying over things that cannot be helped. She's stubborn, though, and difficult, and would never ask for such help. 

Right now, she's just relieved that the migraine has mellowed to a dull roar, and that she's not nearly as close to the edge of the Void as she was earlier.  Perhaps tomorrow will be better. We are hopeful.