On Monday, everything seemed to be going fine as I headed to work. However, during my shift, a migraine attack suddenly struck again. After my first break, I noticed those familiar flashes in the right corner of my eye. I thought to myself, “Oh no, not again! Please, not again.” What initially started as a minor issue grew progressively worse. I couldn’t even look at my monitor; it was that severe. I stopped taking calls and just sat with my eyes closed, hoping the pain would subside. I couldn’t focus at all. After a few hours, I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I excused myself and went home. I desperately needed to rest and sleep it off. The train ride back home was dreadful. It was overcrowded, and my head was pounding intensely. It felt like the longest journey home ever, and it was far from pleasant.

Upon arriving home, I changed into my sleepwear, took another painkiller, donned a sleeping blindfold, and crawled into bed. Every minor movement caused excruciating pain in my head. It was a horrendous experience.

The following day, I woke up with a persistent headache. I remained in bed for most of the day. In the late afternoon, I forced myself to get out of bed, fearing I’d become too stiff. Walking was a challenge. I just sat on my sofa, preparing a small meal and sipping tea. I took another painkiller and returned to bed shortly after.

Now, two days have passed, and I’ve moved past the worst of it. I still have a mild headache, but it’s manageable. I plan to return to work tomorrow, assuming I don’t experience another attack. Let’s hope I don’t. Migraines are incredibly frustrating. You can be feeling fine one moment, and the next, ‘bam,’ it hits you unexpectedly. I despise it. I’ve learned that migraines run in my family, but they skip a generation. My dad told me that my grandfather also suffered from debilitating migraines frequently. It truly stinks!

I’m relieved that I managed to get through this episode, even though it’s unfortunate I had to call in sick from work once again because of it. I did try to tough it out at work on that fateful Monday, hoping the migraine would pass quickly, but it didn’t. I gave it my best shot. I suppose I’m only human.