So I did.
I shut the curtains and slept.
I didn't write.
I didn't read.
I didn't wash dishes.
I didn't get anything done.
I just slept. With a pillow over my face.
This one was so bad that even with my face covered and my eyes closed, I felt like I was staring at the sun. The sound of the heater kicking on was like whistling in my ears. I lay there for about a half hour, awake and annoyed, until the sedative part of the migraine medicine (the pill that's supposed to cut the nausea) sent me deep into sleep.
And after my big nap, the headache was gone but the wooziness from the meds wasn't. So last night was a wasted night, too. I sat around, staring at the wall, the kids, my dinner. I felt heavy and slow.
This morning I was headache free, but all day today the world is too bright, too loud, too harsh.
I feel like I have a sensory bruise and everything around me is pressing it.
The screen on my phone.
The kids laughing.
The TV in the other room.
The dog and cats, running.
Silverware, against a bowl.
I'm afraid of cluster headaches. Those have been happening lately, too, so once I get one, there's a good chance I'll get more. I'm sure stress, worry... these are not things that help one avoid headaches, though.
I took some Motrin. I walked this morning, rather than my scheduled run. I made sure to stay hydrated. I avoided any food that even offers the remote chance of being a trigger. By tonight, though, I had another headache--not a migraine, at least, but the shadow of one. A headache that I've been afraid all evening might take a turn.
So far it hasn't, but I'm so annoyed that I haven't gotten anything done for two days. I'm happy I planned ahead and worked hard this past week, but I'm beyond frustrated that I've fallen behind on the schedule I set for myself.
I don't have any proof other than the headache calendar I've been keeping, but I believe 100% that these are hormonal. They're too predictable and regular. I'm ready for this to stop. Time to see the doctor again.