I am, as the French say, a migraineur: a sufferer of migraine headaches. My condition leaves me susceptible to dizzying, tearful, nausea-inducing head pain with the change of the breeze. Did I walk up a flight of stairs too quickly? Migraine. One too many cups of coffee? Migraine. Coworker look at me a certain way?…
It's 93 degrees out, I don't have air conditioning, and I have a face-melting migraine. I apologize for the inconvenience. DO YOU HAVE TIPS FOR ME, GOOD WOMEN? FOR I FEAR THAT I AM DYING.
Scientists have isolated "a tiny but telltale variant of DNA that boosts the risk of getting migraines by around fifth." So what does this mean for sufferers?
A study says one in two dudes exaggerate and are likely to call a cold a "flu" and a headache a "migraine." Try having cramps, jerks! [Daily Mail]
• In an attempt to make the odious tradition of throwing the bouquet a little different, an Italian bride had her flowers flung from a plane. Unfortunately, they got sucked into the plane's engines, causing it to crash. •
I don't get migraines, but I can assure you on the basis of the way I medicate a hangover that if I did I would most certainly be a pussy and steal a few tablets of my roommate's miracle drug Topamax. I mean, I have never even experienced these, but from the sounds of what New York Times blogger Judith Warner deals…