Migraineur Jounral: Day Six (of Storms)

Got up after another brutal rash of storms to feed my dog her later breakfast (late due to my being unable to rise because to the bad weather) & was hopelessly confused, helplessly other-worldly, somewhat trapped in a fogbank where I could visually see the mist, & found it excessively difficult to speak on the phone when I called my chiropractor's office. This put me on the alert for a major seizure. But when overwhelmed by such barometric upheavals, one can't stay upright long, so I surrendered to the inevitable, which might bring up such a dastardly grand mal...

Went back to bed after the second wave of the deluge & lightning show started & dreamt I did have a grand mal seizure & the evidence was marked on my inner forearms in deep bruising.

Fortunately I can report: NO SEIZURES (yet).

Sadly, nowhere to escape it seems: not in reality or in dreams.