Headache - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
When a migraine struck, Sophie was it's prisoner, quite helpless in her cage of pain. She was blinded with flashing colorful spots and craved darkness, quite and stillness. Often the nausea would overwhelm her and she would vomit. Pain would throb so violently around her skull that she wondered why it didn't just crack open. Today was one of those days and when Stephan came home from work he found her curled on the bedroom floor under a duvet. He fetched her medication and helped her to take it. Then he curled up right next to her on the varnished wood and waited until she could compose enough thought to move her legs and make it to the bed.
It was always the same, a crushing pain just on one side of his head that came and went in a pattern. It made him want to pace about, he couldn't sit, couldn't lie down or relax. One eye would water on the painful side and his nose would run. He hated it. It was the same as his Dad used to get and he remembered just how much empathy he'd had for him when he was a kid. It was embarrassing, Dad staggering through the high-street, a hand clamped to what was left of his greying hair, crying and wiping snot on his sleeve. Now it was his turn for the cluster headaches and it was pretty hard to look cool when they struck.
She had never wanted to be like her mother, always retreating to a darkened room with cold tea bags or cucumber slices for her eyes. She had always judged her harshly for it, never with sympathy. Now she was beginning to understand the blight of tension headaches. It was always the same after a big exam, it would begin slowly then develop into pain radiating around her entire head. Now it was her turn to retreat to the dim of her dorm-room with curtains drawn waiting for the pills to do their job. Until the finals were over she had to recover fast and get back to work.
Pounding, throbbing, like toothache in your brain, right between the eyes, migraine, visual disturbances, excruciating, debilitating, soaring.
His head throbbed. The pain felt like someone had taken a knife to his skull. He leant his head against his desk. Squeezing his eyes shut, he willed the pain to go away. The rest of the world became detached, all he could concentrate on was the pain rooted deep in his head.
He could barely hear the people chattering around him. All he felt, all he knew was the pain of that moment.