Migraines suck eggrolls!

This one was pretty bad. It has finally eased off some, but I'm sitting here in the livingroom with the drapes closed and wearing sunglasses. Even my computer screen has been darkened. I know how Gizmo in Gremlins must have felt: Bright light! Bright light! Bright light baaaaaaaad!

I sleep with a fan on at night, but not since early this morning. Even the sound of my fan hurt. And let's not go there about the attitude, when I feel like the bitch from hell. You know the feeling ... when your upstairs neighbor walks around in those clickety high heels and you want to break her legs just to stop the noise.

I hate having to call in sick for a migraine. I'm not eating anything to trigger one, so I'm wondering if it's hormonally triggered (and I strongly suspect that). If that's the case, I dread menopause.

To hell with it; I'm going back to bed.