4 of 31 - SOLSC 2019
Cincinnati, Ohio on a chilly fall evening in 1998 I perused a book store in a mall, not because I loved books - which I did, but because the setting sun was too bright for the pain that was in my head.
That's the first time I can tell you I had something that was more than a headache.
I was diagnosed in 2000 and began my journey to living the best life I can with migraine disease. The doctor whom I worked with back then insisted that I take some medication at the first indication of an attack. I have had hundreds, perhaps thousands, of opportunities to practice my learning and yet I still have moments, like this one...
As I walk from the bedroom to the laundry room I become aware of something. After a moment of pausing I realize the feeling all too well, but think 'oh, I can drink a bunch of water, not lift anything, and I'll be OK'.
Why have I not learned that if I take one over-the-counter pill at that point I could probably nip it in the bud without the need to go to abortive medication?! Why do I still fight the idea of taking a pill as being something 'bad'?! Why do I think the outcome this time will be any different than all of the hundreds of times before?
I must be a slow learner.