By Froggy
Author's Note: The point of this story? Reference, almost, as to what a migraine feels like...written by someone who knows all too well. Lots of people forget all the yummy things that come along with a migraine besides the throbbing pain in the head. Written from 2D's point of view, follows the migraine from start to...well, sorta half-finished or so. Lovely. *makes a face* The poor, poor thing.
Agony
The light slashed through the high windows of his basement room, hitting the boy full in the face. He winced and pulled his blankets over his head, opening his eyes and peeking out the top of his covers. He wasn't in that bad of a mood today, he guessed, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the good mood left.
2D hadn't been able to see well since the accidents that had destroyed his eyes...in fact, some doctors were stunned that he was able to see at all. 2D had managed to keep some dim vision in both eyes, though, and now what he had was almost totally obscured by migraine manifestations. He groaned and buried his head in the pillow. If it weren't for practice today, he'd consider not even getting up. There was no pain in his head now, but he knew that if he didn't act fast he'd soon have the headache that came hours after the manifestations.
2D forced himself off the bed, mostly blind, and stumbled into the bathroom. He stood leaning on the edge of the sink, still in the wrinkled clothes he'd fallen into bed with the night before, and looked in the mirror. He could vaguely see his face, but it was blurred by the manifestations. They were like looking at everything through a dark cloud...and it fluttered and swirled dizzily, like looking at everything through a heat wave...shimmery and pretty in it's way, but disturbing. He had distinct tunnel vision, the shimmery clouds all around the edge, leaving his vision to two spots about an inch around in the middle. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a bottle of Advil, dropping two into his hand and popping them into his mouth, swallowing with practiced ease and no water. Sometimes if he caught it with Advil while he was seeing the manifestations and not feeling the headache, it went away before it started.
He stumbled back into his room and looked at the clock. It was only 8:30 am, and he didn't have to get up for several more hours for practice. Hoping the Advil would do the trick, 2D fell back into bed, pulled the covers over his damaged head, and fell back to sleep.
He woke up at around 10:48 with a pounding headache in his right temple. He moaned as the light hit his face, seeming a million times brighter than it should. It felt like someone was ramming needles into his eyes, and he moaned again, dragging the covers over his face and lying still in his bed for several minutes, able to hear everything going on in the house, even though he usually couldn't. He could hear Noodle's Nintendo 64 in her room, the music to Legend of Zelda playing, and could hear the revving of engines in the car park - he could even hear the thump of the bass in Russell's hip-hop music, playing somewhere upstairs.
2D moaned again as the pounding bass settled into his head, and then sank slowly through him to his stomach. He felt the nausea coming on, quick, hard, and fast, throbbing through his stomach and chest cavity as if he had the stomach flu. His stomach heaved and he felt the violent need to vomit.
Surging out of bed, 2D ran as fast as he could to the bathroom, covering distance easily with his long legs, and barrelled into a stall, crouching over the toilet and retching violently into it. He sat on the floor in the smelly bathroom, by an equally smelly toilet in a stall with his own graffiti in it, and leaned his forehead against the cool ceramic. The smell was getting to him, and the fluorescent lights in the bathroom were making his head pound in syncopated triple-beats. He wanted to die, and put his hands over his face, groaning loudly into them. His stomach heaved and he threw up again into the toilet, only bile coming up this time, as he'd lost everything he had in his stomach before.
2D pushed himself shakily to his feet, legs wobbling as the strength left him, the migraine agitated and pounding due to his quick movement. He could still hear the beat of Russell's music, and it was combining horribly with the pounding heavy metal coming from Murdoc's Winnebago. Why did they have to choose today to listen to their music screamingly loud? Why did these stupid migraines have to ruin his whole life?
The boy stumbled back into his room, and sat on the bed, fumbling in the drawer of his bedside table for his injection pack. He pulled out a small white case with a yellow and blue stamp on the side reading "Imitrex: Sumatriptan Succinate - StatDose Pen", and quickly loaded the injector. He lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt, rubbed off his skin with his thumb by way of cleaning it, and pushed the needle into his arm, biting his lip against the pain. He left the needle in his arm for five seconds, and then pulled it out, quickly wrapping it in a tissue so Noodle wouldn't accidentally hurt herself with it, and burying it under the other garbage in his trash bin to further protect other members of the household. He pulled a Kleenex from the box and wiped away a stray drop of blood from the injection hole. There were dark bruises all over the inside of his arm from similar injections before, and he knew it wasn't healthy to take so much, especially because he smoked, but what else was he supposed to do? Live with it? He couldn't handle that...