Tagged with dogs

Prozac is helping my migraines

Yes. You read that title correctly. On Prozac (fluoxetine), I’m having fewer and less severe migraines. I’ve even had a few days that were essentially pain-free–on these days I felt absolutely euphoric. I still have a migraine every day, and I still have a severe migraine at least one day per week (down from three … Continue reading »

A Few Ways Out of the Dark

As soon as I make it through one week, another week starts. The things I haven’t done pile up, like dog fur dust bunnies in the corners of my kitchen. I want to tell the world to STOP, please just stop for an hour, a day, so I can rest, sleep, watch stupid television and … Continue reading »

December Migraine Blog Carnival: CORGI!

December Migraine Blog Carnival: CORGI!

Dogs are my antidepressants. I have two–a corgi and a German shepherd, but the corgi is my rock when it comes to migraines and pain management. The shepherd is definitely my husband’s dog, and she’s much younger (only two, whereas the corgi is going on nine), so I’m just going to talk about how the … Continue reading »

A gratitude post: September

A gratitude post: September

First, I am grateful for words, for language. I am grateful for the skill and intuition to shape them into meaning, into beauty, into stars, into beginnings, endings, middles. I am grateful for narrative, for storytelling and all the forms it takes, for the comfort it brings me, for the comfort I hope to bring … Continue reading »

Summer: A retrospective

Summer: A retrospective

In many ways, this has been a terrible summer. The weather was awful, my best friend in the entire world is going through some awful shit, my mom and one of her friends got into a motorcycle accident (my mom’s okay, her friend is still in the hospital with major injuries), my husband’s migraines increased … Continue reading »

My migraine support team

My migraine support team

The necessity of asking for help with a simple, daily task because my head is throbbing and I feel weak and dizzy makes me angry. It makes me feel helpless. It makes me feel useless and worthless. Unless I’m literally writhing in pain in bed, unable to get up or open my eyes or speak … Continue reading »