Story of a Migraine

Monday, 10:00 A.M. I'm running carts of books at ye ole local bookstore when I suddenly realize that my peripheral vision is different. At first I thought I was just noticing the blind spots that everyone has on their eyes (the point on the retina where the optic nerve leads back to the brain, or some such nonsense). Nope, in just a few moments I notice a slight flashing in the far top right corner of my eyes, fractured red, blue, and green dancing at the edge of my vision. Closing either eye reveals the phenomenon is occurring in both eyes. What the hell; this can't be good. As I continue to put books away I now notice that my vision is now nearly cut in half; reading a title of a book, with my eyes focused as much as I can will them, I can only see the first half of the word, as if the rest was never there at all. So I begin to freak out, especially since I wasn't feeling any pain in my head. Thankfully the steady rush of pain to the back and left side of my head soon followed; now I know I'm getting a migraine, and not some random new visual impairment.

I've never had such a warning sign before I've gotten a migraine, however I'm well aware of them because my mother gets them quite regularly. Nevertheless, the experience of losing my vision, even just temporarily, was completely frightening. How the hell could I use teh internets without functioning eyeballs? Curse those migraines and send them straight to Hell!!!