Migraines

A few years ago, when Lil E was a baby and the almost-ex was working two jobs and many hours, when I was staying at home and fully immersed in that life and so wanting to work and make that life for myself as well, when we were terribly broke and feeling ardent in our choices and making many sacrifices to live them out, my body screamed out to me.

I know, I know. It's all so freakin' dramatic. This was only the beginning of the drama. For those of you in between episodes of The Real World and on the edge of your seats, it went like this: God-awful dizziness, fear, neurologist, carotid ultrasounds, ear/nose/throat test after eegads test, scheduled MRI, panic attack in the MRI, prediction of migraines and then a big giant pause to work out that whole anxiety mess. Phew.

Although I never made it through the MRI, I did get better. With the guidance of a great therapist, I've been working through a lot (and a lot more) ever since. So that has been a gift. I've been healthy and working slowly, steadily to tune into myself.

Then this weekend, the dizziness swept over me again. This time, it was all more clearly migraines, with headaches and nausea and more drama. I remembered what the therapist told me in the very beginning: That I'd gotten so good at bulldozing through, that my bo