Migraines: A Short Story: Buck-Up And Cry

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I have suffered from migraines since I was four.Just a little child at the time who couldn’t understand or express the screaming going on in my head. Pounding, pulsing, pressure as if something was trying to claw its way out. Lights dancing before my eyes and nasua rolling in my stomach. Today I have those words but even though I can express them few people understand. My head aches nearly every day. Some days from a migraine and some days from the after effects of one. I’m dizzy, weak, and exhausted. My vision snows out. I forget what I’m saying in the middle of a sentence; I forget even my friends’ names. School work is impossible all I want to do is curl up and cry.
My nurologist is great he understands my pain. The doctors and nurses

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