The Rain

Bar graphs appear before me on the newsscreen.  It’s just another way of showing how much higher than normal amounts of rain we’ve had here in Northwest Oregon in the last two months.  As if I need the graphics!  All I have to do is look out the window to see the puddles outside.  If I take inventory of how I’m feeling mentally, I have to be honest and admit that high doses of rain and no dose of pain relief for migraines is not a good combination.  Other than pinning happy thoughts and trying to immerse myself in this month’s O Magazine (always a great source of inspiration and can-do-it-ive-ness), I am flagging a bit — okay more than a bit — in spirit.

I love Oregon.  Wouldn’t live anywhere else.  Not a native, but may as well be if number of years count any.  I just acknowledged my thirty sixth anniversary here on December 19th.  I just noted the date when it came into life from the calendar.  Therefore, I’m a rain veteran. 

Did I say “wouldn’t live any other place”?  Let me rescind that.  I would very much move at the drop of a pin to any Hawaiian island except for the following reasons:  my husband would not follow me, my kids, family and friends would be too far away, it is probably not affordable (would have been nice to have won that huge Powerball jackpot!), and finally, I think I would miss the change of seasons.

Of course here in Oregon our change of seasons are more like yellow green with rain, lush green with rain, orange yellow with rain and brown with rain.  I am joking, but with some truth.  It does rain here a lot. 

I think of heavy rains we had earlier this month and how if arctic air had blown down from the north pole, it’d be heaps of snow.  Then I imagine all my Twitter friends hating ever inch of the snow that’s been falling yesterday and today.  I can feel the imaginary daggers that would surely be hurled my way if I gave voice to my snow fantasies.  I’m sure they’d be bemoaning the endless sweeps of pouring rain if our states were reversed.

So fall it shall.  I think it plays a role in these migraines.  I hope next week, the new neuro will let me have back my beloved triptans — aka my magic erasers.  I’m tired of the unrelenting migraines.  They can be controlled with the doctor’s allowance.  The rain however, cannot be.  Maybe if she won’t let me have my triptans, (I dare not even ask for the ten to fifteen Vicodin a month!) she might write out a prescription for sunshine.  A winter halftime spent in Hawaii.  I would love to try no medications with island life.  But, yeah, that’s not going to happen, so it’s back to the drawing board.

This blog and every post is my opinion only and is not to be misconstrued as medical advice.  I am not a professional, except perhaps in rain observation.