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,…

Migraine365: Text Update

J had me write what he called an “intro” to our migraine365 website, and it finally went live today. I was so so pleased with it. You should go check it out, but here is the text: Migraine365 is a graphic novel written and illustrated by John and Elizabeth Roberts-Zibbel to demonstrate the effects of…

Migraine365 & Dr. Mitzi

My appointment today with Dr. Mitzi went very well. I explained that my headaches had improved in severity but not frequency, and that I’ve been having a lot of trouble with anxiety. She said she doesn’t often prescribe benzodiazepines, but that she would for me. I told her that I see a pain therapist twice…

The Migraine Diaries on Kindle

Late last night, I completed my first short story for digital publication, a much expanded version of The Migraine Diaries Three [1981] already found on this blog. J used a picture of me at the age I was in the story and created a Migraine365-esque cover for it; I am planning to publish “chapters,” about…

Days 62 & 63

I have written about these days already, so am just posting the artwork. Really don’t like J’s version of my half-shadow selfie at MHNI so I’m including only the Instagram version.

Days 59 & 60: (The Beginning of) A New Age

Last night, I opened 8 Cymbalta capsules one at a time, dumping and dividing the tiny beads inside them so that I would be taking a little less each day, ending next Monday. The beads are about the size of the salt grains that come in packages with frozen soft pretzels. We did this a…

*lady migraine 365*

The title of my blog was always kind of arbitrary. I do use the word “lady” a lot, not at all to be proper, or to refer to myself as “a lady,” all fancy-like with my nose in the air. Rather, it was ironic slang, a fond nickname for female friends, sort of like the…

Days 56 – 58: The More They Stay The Same

Monday brought more headache, frustration and car trouble… at least I was able to get Zo to her first Daisy Scout meeting, and my dad came to the rescue with jumper cables and it was all very easy, though I was breathless with anxiety about my former boss’s hybrid SUV being parked quite nearby in…

Days 53 – 55: The More Things Change…

I have continued to struggle with the increase in my Cymbalta, waking up with a flushed face and a moderate headache every day. This weekend was… a weekend. On Friday, J’s colleague made a comment about his salary; the possibility that he could get an MSW and become a therapist where he currently works as…

Day 44, The Big Picture: San Francisco

On October 1, we illustrated our first in a series of “interludes” within the book project that will be called The Big Picture. These pages will reflect on history and theme, not what happened that particular day. In this case, our attempted move to San Francisco, which I have haltingly, painfully blogged about in the…