Migraines make me feel like that prophetic rabbit from Watership Down. Fiver. Like the terrible whole body shivering and burning skull and teeth must presage awful events, each symptom an omen of terror to come.
I'm a little obsessed with seers and thinking about that is my coping mechanism for this cluster. Also, tracking migraines, I figured out they come in clusters. Beautiful brilliant great. I love it. I can predict the future! And the future is painful.
At least I know it ends. That's a pretty good thing to know.