The headache descended Saturday afternoon. It arrived like it always does: suddenly, overwhelmingly, irrevocably. The world darkened, as if a light bulb in the room had blown out. Then came the nausea, followed by the ache from behind the eyes.
For the record, I hate that I get migraines. (Some experts peg the number of sufferers in this country at 28 million.) I hate that it can fell me so suddenly and knock me out so completely. It makes me feel weak and helpless. It sucks. The day after, I'm trying to catch up on the lost hours and never quite getting there. (It's a productivity killer; MigraineCalculator.com has a tool on how to calculate the cost of migraines to the workplace.) And I'm filled with resentment at having lost so many hours.