I feel a migraine coming on in the middle of the night

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I feel a migraine coming on in the middle of the night

Feel a migraine coming on? Some people get irritable; some people like Lev Raphael try and negotiate their way out of it.


Night Moves. It’s 3 a.m. and I’m wide awake despite a heavy dose of Trazodone which usually works to keep me asleep most nights. My spouse is breathing softly on the other side of the bed in our room with light-blocking shades. Ditto our two Westies who are huddled together in the middle of the bed like litter mates. They stir briefly when I wake up, but since I’m quiet, they just sigh and fall more deeply asleep.

I almost feel like an intruder on their privacy, but the real intruder is my migraine. At least I think that’s what it is. I have the familiar pressure over and behind my left eye, and I do a slow checklist. Nausea? No. Dizziness? No. Light sensitivity—well, that one doesn’t apply in this situation. Possible sinus headache? No. The pain is just on one side. So even though it woke me up, it’s not severe. Yet.

My migraines are chronic and have been with me for twenty years through different treatments and medications. Some months are better than others and it’s more and more rare that I have to go to bed during the day and try to sleep it off or at least sleep through it. Even so, they disable me. It’s hard to read a book, look at any kind of screen, or edit a client’s writing. I don’t want to talk to anyone or drive when I’m in the grip of a migraine. I feel hemmed in, clouded, almost bewitched.

Pre-pandemic, I wouldn’t go to our palatial health club where I had many old friends and always made time to chat. I also had to cancel lunches with friends and any kind of travel in-state or out-of-state. In the midst of a migraine, I don’t even want to play tug of war with our younger Westie who may be five years old but still acts like a puppy and needs active playtime in the evening on top of however many walks we can do during the day. He’s feisty but sensitive: When a migraine knocks me out and I go back to bed, he’ll jump on and try to lick my face or just lie down next to me, clearly tuned in to my distress.

Sometimes I wonder if I could possibly have inherited this chronic burden from my mother who used to complain about headaches but never saw a doctor about them. She just descended into her deeper-than-usual depression and I knew not to annoy her because she might blow up.

Me, I tend to be calm when visited by a migraine because they’re so familiar. I alert my spouse: “Don’t expect much of me today—and if I get tense, it’s not anything about you.” That’s a familiar warning and helps me feel connected. I don’t want to withdraw completely, but I feel I need some kind of cushioning and protection.

Continuing my 3AM checklist, I realize that I’m in totally familiar territory: the temperature has dropped this week into the single digits, and weather changes of almost any kind can bring on a migraine. I feel lucky that the migraine didn’t come sooner and isn’t worse. And grateful that I have a special escape from what’s happening to me: I can write about it.

So I do. I slip off quietly to my study, open up Word and I feel free.

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Article by
Lev Raphael

The author of 27 books in genres from memoir to mystery, Lev Raphael has dreamed about being a writer since he fell in love with storytelling in second grade. He coaches, mentors, and edits writers at https://writewithoutborders.com/

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