I'm coming out of one of my bad migraines. The type that has to be measured in days. The air conditioner in the living is set to 72 degrees, but I am sweating. Thank you, POTS. On these days my mind is muddled. Words come slowly, or don't come at all. Earlier I was telling my husband about a book I just finished and I could not remember the phrase "stream of consciousness." I knew what I wanted to say, but where the phrase should have been was just a blank space. My body feels heavy, my movements slow. Even my reading and writing is slow. I don't know if my condition is a result of the medications I've taken over the last 2 days or the migraine. It doesn't matter. It's not like I can avoid future migraines, and it's not like I could survive them without medication.
The random musings of a mom, crafter and disability advocate.