I would love to be able to make plans and keep them. Often we plan on doing something and then a nasty migraine comes on and it's to the bed for me. I would love not to have to "tough it out" sometimes just so I don't inconvenience my family to take me to the Er or urgent care. I would like to never throw up again, except when I'm sick. I would like to get a little sympathy and help and caring when I do have a horrible migraine. Instead, everyone around here is so used to it, no one even notices when I'm dry heaving in the bathroom. No one offers a cool towel, or water, or to get my supp., nothing. So, I just quietly disappear to the bedroom, like a "good girl", like I'm some bad secret that no one wants to deal with. I shouldn't say 'no one', my 14 yr old will offer help sometimes if she knows I'm hurting. I just feel like some dirty little secret to be hidden away. They're all used to it, so I guess maybe it's not real any more to them. But, it's certainly REAL to me! I think they've lost compassion in that sense and it makes me sad.

Thanks for letting me vent Flavia! How the hell are you girl??