Migraine woes…

Yesterday at work I’m sitting at my computer and I start getting this odd glare.  I can’t figure out where it’s coming from, and it keeps getting in the way of what I’m trying to see.

And finally it hits me.  It’s not glare.  It’s something in my eyes.  I’m seeing these weird feathering bevels in front of everything.  I try blinking and rubbing my eyes, but I can’t get rid of them.  And then they get larger and become more like prisms with little rainbows and evruh thang.

So I begin to panic. 

See, back in the early nineties I was told (by my then optometrist) that I have the early signs of macular degeneration and that I will probably be legally blind in 20 years. 

So whenever something weird happens with my eyesight I think this is it.

I get an instant message from my hubby and I message him back what is happening to me and he messages for me to come to the clinic.   Lucky for me my hubby is the IT person in the department of ophthalmology and he can get me in just like that.

A workmate drives me to the clinic and hubby gets me in to see Dr. C.  Immediately she tells me that because the images are appearing in both eyes that it is not a sight problem and is most likely going to become a migraine.

I’ve never seen these images before a migraine.  I usually just have little flares of light, kinda like a lighter flame or a sparkler, and a migraine would come on anytime in the next 24 hours.

Because it’s me, Dr. C goes ahead with a full workup and of course can find nothing organically wrong.  She tells me they’ll prolly disappear in the next hour or so and to take something for the upcoming migraine now!

Hubby and I are walking across one of the pedways and then into an elevator when the nausea hits me and by the time we make arrive at our car in the parking garage I am in misery.

Remnants of the migraine are still with me this morning, but it’s back to work I go.  I have much to do and can’t be hanging out at home — no matter how much this little dog would rather I did:

She worked steadily at this toy until she got the squeaker out.  She’s working her way through all the cloth squeaker toys this way.  We purchased some rubber squeak toys for her, but she has little interest in them yet because she is A DOG ON A MISSION!