Migraine

Diary of a morning of migraine.
I often wonder how quickly I can cut my migraines short - how many hours can it intrude into my life. Today was a good day : started at 3.30am and by 12.00pm, it was in retreat.
3.30am: Wake with flashing lights on the left side of my head; get up, go downstairs pleasing the dog no end to have a friend to play with in the middle of the night, take a paracetamol plus with a mug of caffeinated coffee and eat a banana. Stand outside in the early morning with the blackbirds just beginning the dawn chorus.
6.50am: Wake. Flashing lights on the right side now. Nuts. So I take a Zomig, have a cup of tea. Return to bed for 2 hours while the family wake and move around quietly so that my head doesn't fall off. They bring me food and leave.
9.00am. The Zomig has worked its magic and the lights are in retreat and I haven't been sick. 'Result' as the teenagers say. I get into the shower and it honestly feels, as it does every time after Zomig, that all of nerve endings are been showered; they burn, the sting, they oweeee. But, and I mean this, that is all SO much better than the migraine.
11.30am: I have managed to wash and dray my hair and get dressed.
12.00pm. I head out the door with my family. Several hours late but, hey, at least I am there. Quieter, less in person that I usually am, but so much better than I was at 3.30am and 7.00am. There are residual aches and I know that I feel as if a donkey has tap danced over my body, and that I will feel like this tomorrow as well, but.. bring on the donkey if I can cut down the oncoming migraine to 9 hours or so.