At their worst, my migraines drive me to bed, where I
smother myself with a pillow, unreasonably hoping for the complete absence of
light, noise, smell. There was one time I left a shoot with Kristine, a
copywriter who worked with me, because I simply could not function. She helped
me get back to my apartment, and was unfortunately there to see me heave
everything but my colon into the toilet

Heat is a primary trigger for my
migraine, and glare. I don’t leave home anymore without Flanax Forte, my best
friend. I’ve been getting headaches more frequently, since the start of the
year. This is the second this week. I’m off to bed now, before it gets worse.
I’ve taken my medicine, and unconsciousness should do the rest.