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:: Thursday, April 15, 2004 ::

Migraine

Wow... I had my very first migraine last night and I must say that was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. At first I didn't know what was going on and was terribly afraid that I had ingested something in the lab (ever since I've started working there I have this fear that I'm going to catch something, what I don't know, and then it's going to make me violently ill or kill me, nice I know) and that I'd have to go to the hospital but I don't have insurance yet so that would've been a last resort. Basically I figured I'd wallow in pain until it left me.

The only way I knew it was a migraine was I was horribly sensitive to light. I couldn't look at it or even perceive it's existence without feeling like I was going to throw up (which I did a few times). I drove home between 25-30 MPH because I couldn't look at headlights or lights of any kind really without freaking out. I even had to lay in the bathroom shower with the light off just so I could sit underneath the shower head and try to feel a little better. Oh and the crying... Wow... I cried a lot. So much so that my face has decided to break out in broken blood vessels so my face looks... Well... Quite sickly as I type this.

People are saying it's stress. I know, I know, but damn it I thought I was going to die! I hope I get the hang of this job soon or I think it actually will kill me. Please think happy thoughts for me and send them my way. Thank you.
:: Estoy_Libre 1:36 PM [+] ::
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