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Post-Drome

 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.

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