Last night it rained, and by this morning the rain had stopped, but the ground was damp, the redwood porch was slick, the car was even, inscrutably, humid, despite the fact that the windows had been rolled up. The rain didn’t return but the air still felt heavy, and strangely, I had no migraine yesterday and wasn’t close to having one today, despite the fact that the changing barometric pressure is usually a surefire migraine trigger. To add strangeness to (non) injury, the Claritin that I took in the morning did little to mitigate the allergies that seemed to settle in my eyes and sinuses all day, but despite that- no migraine.
Much later, in the afternoon, I had coffee with a dear friend, who sent me an article about a special amino acid that cured forever the migraines of a woman whom she knows, a story that I responded to by wondering aloud if the friend truly suffered from migraines. I might be jaded, for sure, but I relegate these migraine cures firmly to the category of south of the border alternative cancer clinics, and fat melting weight loss pills- if they truly worked, I am pretty sure we would all know about them and many of us would buy them. The skin care industry is proof enough that plenty of people are willing to spend a great deal of money on claims that may or may not be valid, but sometimes the power of suggestion is enough to keep them coming back. With cancer, you pretty much know if something works, or it does not. With weight loss, you either lose weight, or you do not. And with migraines, well, I challenge anyone who truly suffers from migraines to say, in the middle of an attack, that they are unsure whether or not their migraine has gone away.
The air stayed humid and the pollen lingered, and the day progressed, and no migraine arrived. Small miracles. Big miracles. The important things.