I’d rather have People with Migraine Celebration Month

June is Migraine and Headache Awareness Month, and even though I have this fancy blog, I haven’t been participating in the blog challenge sponsored by the American Headache and Migraine Association, or really doing anything else that I don’t normally do. I get migraines all year, not just in June. I don’t like the idea … Continue reading »

Migraines and handwashing

I had to pee, so I stopped in the bathroom next to the coffee shop—the bathroom I knew stocked strongly perfumed soap. After I did my business, I breezed by a woman washing her hands. “No handwashing?!” she said in a chiding tone. I didn’t stop. “Nope!” Sure. I could have explained the reason I … Continue reading »

If this craving, then that substitute

The word “chocoholic” was invented for me. I have never in my 28 years of life gotten sick of chocolate. Or pie. Pie is great. Under normal circumstances I have no difficulty eating a reasonable portion of whatever delicious baked good crosses my path. The problem is that Prozac–the very same drug that has reduced … Continue reading »

New commenting policy

I got a few inappropriate comments last week that made realize I should really have a comment policy for this blog (and my other sites, as well). You can read the new policy on the Commenting page. It takes effect immediately. I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade or be the thought police; I … Continue reading »

People first language, or, I am not my migraines

A few years ago I wrote a post about why I don’t like the term “migraineur.” Since then I’ve done a lot of reading and learning about the chronic illness and disability communities; as a result, my dislike for the term has only grown. I’ve arrived at “person with migraine disease” for my preferred label. … Continue reading »

Did I drink too much coffee? Probably.

For the past three weeks, I’ve had a perfect storm of events that seem specifically designed to keep me in migraine hell FOREVER. First, I moved. Everything, my whole life, boxed up and carried from one house to another. Packing required some late nights with coffee as my friend. The day after the move, I … Continue reading »