I had a dickens of a migraine this weekend.
However, thanks to the daith piercing (I think. I can’t really do good science on myself like this, ya know?) it was the weirdest thing I’d been through in quite a while.
The pain was minimal, but the rest of my migraine symptoms were OFF THE CHART. Like, it was absurd. It was this uncoordinated, sticky thinking, aphasia-filled barf fest. But. At least it didn’t hurt so bad. (and I came up with a wacky new romance novel idea. It seems like I get the best ideas when my brain is in a mush phase)
I think some of it was due to hormones and some of it was due to sleep deprivation and some of it was due to my write in with my local chapter of the Romance Writers of America where I wrote almost 7k words by hand. Yeah, whodathunk that writing little bitty words in a little bitty notebook could give me weird neck and shoulder strain that would, in turn, exacerbate a migraine. I would have never imagined!!! 🙄
Anyway. Part of me regrets getting it. I am eating so much worse and I am not careful with my sleep at all. Which is bad for several reasons. Before it was a built-in pressure release valve, the, “Uh oh! I feel a nugget coming on!” and I’d be super duper careful with my sleep and eating and I’d really notice if I was doing triggery things. But now, I never get that nugget feeling anymore.
But for the most part, it’s great. It’s so nice not to have so many migraines and it’s nice to not have so much pain when I do get one. I think it’s totally worth it!