Sometimes you pass cool things onto your kids like a that divot on his ear or hair that will never fall out and leave his head exposed to the elements.
Other times, you pass on crappy things like migraines.
May 9th, 2018 – his first migraine.
I was 12 when I had my first one and I wanted to die. I had several through middle and high school, but sometime after I was 16, I figured out that they were mainly triggered by a sugar binge, so that was easy enough to avoid. Too bad I didn’t realize it before I ate a box of my grandmother’s cookies and migraine puked them out. I really liked her cookies before that. Not so much after.
Con called me around 10:30 and I went to pick him up. The thing about migraines is, they seem a lot like a stroke for some people and that’s super freaky. His hand was numb and his nose and mouth were tingly. He was freaking out a little and I was too. At least he didn’t have the auras. Those are really disturbing the first time they happen.
Lisa met us at the doctor’s office and the doc confirmed it was a migraine and not a stroke (phew). The doctor gave him some steroids that he gave the grandma cookie treatment to, so we wheeled him back in and they gave him a shot that I would have killed someone for in the 80’s. That was this morning. I brought him home and let him sleep in the darkest, quietest room in the house. He just woke up hungry around 6 and feeling much better, but wiped out.
It was a long day.