After umpteen
million migraine treatments, this kid despaired to the point where when
she had a migraine, she would go into the coolest, darkest place in the
house—the bathroom—and lie on the floor with her
head against the cold stone of the tub and beg, “Just kill
me. Please, just kill me.” This kid had
had too early on the subjection to the worst of physical ailments: the
kind of pain you cannot meditate away with your thoughts or do
mind-control exercises or experiments with to stop your head from
thinking about pain…as the pain is IN the tool you use to
think away or re-think.
Then again, one of the advanced migraine treatments of the sixties and
seventies (especially the latter) was to use a form of biofeedback,
psychically reducing or eliminating the pain by focusing on changing
the alpha/beta wave patterns by warming the hands and rubbing the feet,
etc.. The blood leaves the extremities during [most]
migraines. If you suffer these abominations, you will notice
at onset your hands and feet are cold. So warming by rubbing
does a couple of things: it returns blood flow, and it changes your
brain wave patterns/activity so the focus is not so all-consuming.
These groovier versions of migraine treatments were suggested after the
kid had been suggested to chemical migraine treatments (Equigesic,
sub-lingual pills, Caffergot, Darvoset, and more); to allergy
identification migraine treatments (trying to find the offending food
or smell source and eliminating it); and to those migraine education
sessions in the family doctor’s office that helped only to
the degree that they justified and consoled with pamphlets on the
history of migraines and famous migraine sufferers or the medical
explanation that a normal blood flow runs through the fingers of veins,
axons, dendrites at a regulated pace, but abnormally pools and bunches
in one area thereby creating the traffic jam throbbing as blood
attempts to gush into an area only capable of taking half that amount.
The kid tried migraine treatments as they were developed and
introduced. She read up on migraine treatments. She
continued to suffer the bastards. The years of Qualuudes and
other ill-gotten street versions of migraine treatments aside, she
found that only two methods combined work for her: doctor prescribed
Imitrex (which she took at onset, foregoing, after the first trial, the
preliminary pills that made her puke more) and the highly controversial
(addictive) Vicodin.
The frustrating reality is that migraines are not fully understood and
migraine treatments are just that…treatments that get you
high enough to forget but that do not cure or eliminate.