My CGRP interview on Migraine.com

I always feel guilty when I return to the blog after a long absence, which seems silly. Like I need to explain myself. Life ebbs and flows  and I often find myself unable to do everything I’d like to be doing. I just can’t fit it all in, which I think is a pretty universal…

i sing the body electric

   Yeah, so there’s my full name, the full names of two of my friends, and the bar I used to occasionally hang out in. That’s okay. Hi, I’m Elizabeth Roberts-Zibbel. That’s me, Facebook reminded me, with my friend Phil, four years ago. That photo makes me happy. Watching three particularly crazy episodes of The…

Migraine365: The Sumatriptan Series

In Fall of 1992, I believe, or maybe Spring 93, I took an Intermediate Poetry class with an instructor and poet named Tom Andrews. He was bald, soft-spoken. I don’t know if he encouraged me, after a number of missed classes and my explanation, to use my illness as muse; but then, I already had,…

#MHAMBC Day 8: Dwelling On Dreams

“It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” ~JK Rowling. I can easily imagine how many migraineurs for whom this quotation would really hit home, and in how many different ways. For this month’s Blog Carnival (my first), I wrote about how I wouldn’t actually choose to live my life…

Good Things.

Very soon after I wrote the WWED entry, on February 18, things lined up in that magical way that sometimes happens, the way that makes me feel like the universe is letting me know I’m doing something right. It started with panic. I had a week or so left of my Ritalin preventative, no Ativan,…

anger

Nothing makes someone with a migraine angrier than not being able to get the pill out of the fucking foil. I just ripped down the collage I put on the wall by my bed because I’m sick of lying here and staring at it all the fucking time. I’m sick of this room, this bed,…

end of my rope

How many times have I been in this place? Where all hope seems lost? All options extinguished? 7 months post-hysterectomy, my precious miracle general practitioner who took me under her wing 5 years ago and had the guts to offer real solutions, to take on the trickiest inherited-migraine mess she’d ever seen, had to quit…