And –– o joy! –– migraines can last for days.
Migraines arrive as a result of some weird blip of electrical impulses and vascular spasms (or something) in the brain.
The mechanism is "not completely understood," though there is a strong genetic component. Every few years there's a breakthrough in understanding. I used to keep up.
I am officially no longer a spring chicken.
I remember how it happened, actually, but the point is that I have waited patiently but the migraine train is still damn running on my tracks.
Recently I found myself a new doctor. A young one, whom I can only hope to outlast.
And so begins the search for effective treatment. I am happy to report that the MRI reveals that my brain is right where I left it. Even better -- no inappropriate growths are evident.
Young doc and I have embarked on a series of prescription medications. We are steering away from the ones that make me numb, tingly, or which impel me ask Jeff to keep a close watch on me.
Young doc has updates and a handful of suggestions to try. Which we discuss by e-mail. Brave new world. We have high hopes and a neurologist to visit.
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