About my life with a headache

My first migraine was when I was seven years old. I was in Mrs. Easely’s 2nd grade class, and I remember vividly standing in the parking lot waiting for my mom to come pick me up, with the pain making me feel sick all over and the sun glaring in my eyes, and everything looking funny and far away. I went home and laid on the couch with a cold washcloth over my eyes. My life has been dominated by variations of this scenario ever since.

Migraine history continued here.

What’s a glass pineapple?

It’s just a ceiling lamp in my kitchen. It might also be my head without a headache. Will I ever find out?