I hate when I take a pain pill and decide minutes later I really didn’t need it.
I hate when I’m starving and so nauseous I can’t eat.
I hate when I see that twisted look of pity and sadness on someone’s face when they hear about my condition.
I hate when people say, “I don’t know how you do it.”
I hate when people say, “I get migraines, too.”
I hate when painkillers make my nose itch so bad I want to rip it off my face.
I hate when all the nose scratching leaves a mighty pimple.
I hate insomnia.
I hate mornings after taking sleeping pills and muscle relaxers, when the bed is too comfy and the world is full of jagged edges.
I hate switching painkillers, so I have withdrawal from one and problems acclimating to the other all at the same time.
I hate constipation from too many painkillers.
I hate when I miss something important because of a migraine.
I hate when someone needs me, and I can’t be there because of a migraine.
I hate all the loss migraines and depression cause.
I hate how all those pills make my skin sensitive and my hair thin.
I hate listening to myself whine like this.
I hate that I’ll think of other things to add, right after I sign this as