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I can feel it coming. It’s been working its way to the front of my skull all morning. It’s a nice quiet Saturday morning, and I’ve been playing Tomb Raider since before dawn. I’ve been having a good time, but for the last couple of hours I’ve known that a headache was coming. My neck is feeling tense, and I’m starting to see dots of light in front of my eyes.
By noon the pain has worked its way out of my frontal lobe and pierced the back of my eyeballs, spreading like the implacable roots of a great tree. The base of my skull is afflicted with a strange spectral pain that moves when I grope to find the source. I turn the game off. I like to keep myself distracted when these things show up, but the pain from looking at the screen is too much for me. This is going to be a bad one. Certainly not the worst I’ve ever had. Not by a long stretch. But it’s bad.
Maybe I can fall asleep? It’s the middle of the day, but the alternative is to sit here with nothing to do but savor the agony. I pop some painkillers and shuffle off to the bedroom. The painkillers never do anything for it, but without the pills the whole process feels incomplete. Not taking pills feels like not saying “Bless you” when someone sneezes.
There are only two things that soothe these migraines: Something cool on my face, and white noise. I don’t know why I like them so much. They don’t make it stop hurting or anything. My theory is that the sensory noise kind of drowns out the pain a bit. When a headache gets bad, all I want to do is lay in a dark room with ice on my face and a fan blowing.
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