This was so interesting. My mother and sister both get migraines (I have a particularly vivid memory of Mom driving me to drivers training class while puking because of one, so that I could get my license and drive myself and my sister places next time she had a migraine). I have skipped this genetic land mine somehow and I'm very thankful.
I don't know how anyone who's seen someone suffering a migraine could not believe its real. I'd never considered that it could be seen as a "women's problem" but...sadly, that's about the only thing I can think of that would explain that attitude.
By Bunburying on Brain Trouble
Great piece, and I'm sorry you have to deal with this. I don't get migraines, but I completely sympathize with being in the position of having an invisible ailment that attracts unwanted and unhelpful advice from well-meaning but ignorant people, and makes you "unfun." I have no advice except "fuck the haters." Come over anytime, we can have a club soda party.
By empathicalist on Brain Trouble
I feel ya, sister. All of my sick and vacation time for the year is used. I've done all that I can to improve my health, but some things truly are out of our control. Nasty gossip-mongers assume that I'm lazy and lying, and spew their bile to everyone. If I miss one more day, I lose my job. On a side note, stress exacerbates my condition(s). So much fun.
@fondue with cheddar in a pinch I would use my earring posts! WHAT.
I'm less gross now, I promise :(
@stonefruit I used to use mechanical pencil lead, too! What were we thinking?
@thebestjasmine I've been saving my nail clippings in a jar for years in hopes one day I can give them to a stalker.
In like 2005 I got a receipt that said "Foil Shizzle" on it. Was up in my cubicle for years.
I like Chipotle because it's a good place to go with any friend, be they vegan or the never-touch-a-vegetable type. It's immensely satisfying, not too expensive, and everyone leaves happy.
@The Hyperbolic Julia Set barring any really annoying noises, I think I would actually find that cute. There's something cute about being compulsive while enthralled.
@thebestjasmine I take a 7:48 train to work and generally want to kill everyone, especially anyone who makes any noise at all. One day, a woman spent the ENTIRE 20-minute ride loudly clipping her nails. I don't know how or why it took so long. (Maybe she was a demon who'd grown her nails really long just for this purpose?)
I personally keep my nails short by unconscious compulsive picking! Which is terrible but silent.