A week ago today—because you bet I’ve been keeping track—marked six months since I’ve had a migraine. This is a BIG deal, friends. After a sixteen-year struggle with the things, which would come on at semi-regular intervals and render me incapacitated for 24-36 hours, this is a freedom I have to acknowledge and celebrate.
My triggers were many over the years. Most significantly was every woman’s bosom buddy: hormones. But sometimes stress, overstimulation, extended periods of sunlight or noise. A delayed meal, dehydration. Other times my susceptibility was inexplicable. (Say that five times super-fast.)
I charted food, MSG, caffeine, but could never pinpoint something I was (or wasn’t) ingesting as a cause. My doc put me on a regimen of proven-to-help vitamins, which only leveled out my “normal” everyday headaches. I tried innumerable tricks and suggested remedies.
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