school allergy

I've gotten headaches since I was five years old.  I remember reading the aspirin bottle at six years old and seeing the medicine was for 12 years old and over or you were at risk for something called Reye's Syndrome.
I figured that's why my parents only gave me half an aspirin.  I couldn't swallow it, so I'd chew it up.  It got to the point where I didn't mind the taste at all.
I have strong memories of laying in bed crying, missing dinner, waiting for my dad to get home, many time ending with puking in the toilet.  Vomiting always released some of the crazy pain build-up, and from that point the pounding would slowly ebb.  My father would come up to my room and put his hand on my forehead and pray for me - between the pressure of his hand and the peace of prayer I remember often getting relief with this as well.  To the point where I would in bed with headache, hear my father come home, and wonder why he wasn't coming upstairs right away.  Didn't he know I was dying up here?!  I remember one particular time when it didn't work.  I was tossing and turning and trying to settle down with his hand on my hand and I finally threw his hand away unable to lay still or tolerate any touch.  This is the only time I remember someone else in my family being involved besides my mom or dad - Seth, my oldest brother was there, and he suggested I turn over on my stomach and he rubbed my shoulders.  I was quite young, at the age where a shoulder massage was something old people loved, not me - but it worked.

As I've gotten older, the migraine headaches decreased to maybe one or two a year, to quite rarely.  I was better at heading them off, because some of it surely came from overdoing it physically.  My migraines also became very predictable in their progress: pounding increasing, nausea, hot and sweating, throwing up, just pounding, cold and shivering, then the euphoric feeling of the pain lifting and me in a weird calm state where I didn't want to move or disturb the peace.  It was a relatively fast process - maybe an hour, I think that's why I would get cold and shivering - or sort of shock reaction to such fast extreme changes.

I was always thankful they were quick, but the last two times have not been, and I'm not sure what changed other than pregnancy with Tuana.

Last night was one of those.  Came home with a headache, not bad - but I laid down.  I think I laid down on a bad pillow - to still for my neck, and I woke up with my headache A LOT worse.  Tolga was just back from the field and the kids were squealing with excitement.  I had picked up Tuana to nurse her and I was laying on the bed.  The kids came running in and jumped on the bed.  Teoman and Tomris came in close.
Faces and noises.  Ugh...
Tolga took them away to let me rest, and I realized it was a migraine.  It wasn't just the pounding and the uneasy feeling.  It was the fact that with the pillow over my head, the sound of the zipper of his suitcase made me almost go mad, setting things on the counter, clangs and bangs.  Tolga pushed me to put something in my stomach, sometimes this helps - I came out to the dinner table and turned around - way too many smells.  I thought maybe I could sit down for tea - but the whole room was overstimulating.

I threw up a lot, went to sleep, got up threw up some more, took a shower, laid down - each time I got up I was queasy and weak.  And I felt cold the whole time.  My body was all out of whack, but it finally lifted sometime in the night.

I'm not sure what set it off.  School was pretty overstimulating this week I guess.  (I used to always  say I was allergic to school).  I came home, ate a cookie, drank a small fruit smoothie, and ate a lokum.  

That was a mistake.

I think next time I'll just let Tolga take me to the hospital - it's easy here, they just give you shot and send you home.  I'll be like - I got kids at home, make it quick!