Sour Patch

I have a spot on my neck, at the base of my skull, that gives me a lot of grief. 

From now on I'm going to call it my sour patch.

It hurts. It aches. It burns. It stings. It weighs me down. It feels like a pool of poison that spreads through the veins into my head. 

I woke up with a strong pain in this sour patch yesterday morning, and I knew it would be a bad day.

And it was. It was unpleasant, but anything that isn't a migraine I'm getting better disposed to cope with.

But I find my commitment to my treatment suffers when my head is worse. I stretch less. I'm more inclined to try and crack out the pain. And cracking my neck (and back and knuckles) is something I've been banned from doing. 
But still do. And I do it especially when I have a bad head because I feel like surely cracking that horrible area will release the tension and therefore the pain.

It doesn't work like that. I know it doesn't work like that.

I really wish it did.

But instead, I carry on. I try to remember to do my stretches and my breathing. 

And I'll try to remember not to crack.

And the most important thing, and the hardest thing to remember when you have a bad headache, like yesterday or like Friday's migraine, is that not every day is like this. Not everyday is this bad. Yes I still have a headache today, but it's a different headache. It's like tomorrow won't be as bad. 

Unless of course I'm brewing a menstrual migraine. Then it'll be 3 days til tomorrow won't be as bad.