Migraines–wow, my head hurts just saying the word. It’s like a mantel I wear around my neck, and obviously not in a proud way. I have been dealing with headaches for, let’s see–hmmm–not quite 1/2 of my life. (I got a few growing up, but they really started in earnest in my mid-20s and I’m now 45.) For the uninitiated, migraines (for me) are not like a niggling little headache where I can take a few Tylenol and keep on going; this is like a crushing, whole head, throbbing, pulsing, I want to just take off my head and set it on the shelf it hurts so bad kind of pain. I become sensitive to light, sound, noise especially (ask my husband). I do not usually throw up (thank the Lord for small favors) though I can become nauseous. I usually do not experience an aura (seeing black spots, worsening vision in one or both eyes, dizziness), though it has happened–and that usually means I am in for a doozie. They were always worse when flow came to town–sooo much worse. I did not have a single migraine during either of my pregnancies, which was HEAVEN. Though they returned within a few weeks after giving birth, darn it. However, that was clearly a clue that my migraines where hormone-related. Continue Reading...