One Long Night (a migraine ER experience)- a poem.

[ncrainbowgrrl]

I wound up in the emergency room anyway.
Hours and hours and Hours we waited
Barely hanging on to consciousness.
I slid down onto the floor
Showed my icepicked veins
There were a hundred of us waiting for care-The rich
The poor, even “the steerage” no longer separated by class.

One Friday night
We all clung to hopes so high,
Climbing metaphorical walls, by fingernails.
(Perhaps walls known better as time)
That ours would be the name that would be called next.

The TV was on for background noise.
Some watched the game,
Others in too much pain watched spots on the wall that were sure not to move.

I watched my eyelids
They got closer and closer to closing.
I stopped caring, and sunk into the chair.
And I heard a noise above my head
The incoming helicopter roared. I was not to be next.

[Pharaoh]

1. Nice poem!

migraines must suck, I have other problems but rarely get headaches, and when I do, THEY REALLY SUCK!

:party:

[ncrainbowgrrl]

2. Thanks for the feedback.

Yes, they are quite the terrible sucky things to have. And treating them with drugs to prevent them sometimes can yield more nasty resultts than the migraine itself.

I've been on many different preventatives. Each have had such awful side effect that I was forced to give them up. THe one i'm on now has been ok until now, but I'm starting to have more migraines, and I'm so sensitive to heat from the medication that walking to the corner can leave me feeling dehydrated and lightheadded... Unfortunately, we'll see what happens this week- I'm off to do fieldwork in the 90+ degree heat.