Migraines, Verticality, the Cure

Tantalizing title, no? If only it was more than a report from the headache wars. Fond memories of curling up under a table in the NY Police Dept, trying to block the light, asking for an Excedrin or a bullet. Tossing my cookies on Ty’s foot was the highlight of that day, I’ll tell you.

Spending time vertically, and not in an enjoyable sense, makes space for serious pondering. Is the ice pick in the side of my head visible to anyone else? How many hours of my life have been lost to pain in the brain? Am I having an aneurism?

One popular treatment is Botox injection – and they say it makes you look younger, too. With my luck, I’d end up with a third ear growing from my forehead. Pass.

I’m developing a plan that involves radical stress reduction: yoga practice, daily meditation, quality time with my cat, and reducing caffeine consumption. That last one may be impossible. Who am I kidding? They’re all impossible, but I’m going to bite the bullet and see what happens!