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My Sinister Fits

Out of many days of my disturbed life This year twenty thirteen is a blessing I have ever seen -a satisfied wish. I am now free from often fits for life. In the previous years, I have prayed from The ruding consciousness and wield disease. Morning to night fever; morning and night fit: A half of my age in the midst of storm. If it is headache, I would say 'normal', But it is abrupt migraine. When it strikes, It can make the patient seems like a liar Before those that know when he is normal. This migraine is not the usual fair ache, It's one outlandish momentary freeze- Freezing brain, closing sight and freezing quill. 'Unorthodox! Isn't it?' was my ache. 31/03/2013

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/28/2013 8:25:00 AM

You described my day yesterday. Still through the pain I forced myself to write, I try to write something each day to keep my skills sharp. The migraine makes it virtually impossible to concentrate.

Donna Jones

Date: 4/12/2013 8:53:00 PM

Great description of this terrible pain...I also suffer ...and the meds are so expensive! I am so happy you are free! Maybe your faith can spread to me..:-) Donna

Abdulhafeez Oyewole
Date: 4/28/2013 10:59:00 AM

By faith, you shall be delivered from Migraines

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/5/2013 6:19:00 PM

good, then I inferred correctly your meaning!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/2/2013 10:56:00 PM

gosh, this sounds horrible to have such a pain. My sister suffers greatly from migraines as well. Scribe says you are using migraine as metaphor. is that true?

Abdulhafeez Oyewole
Date: 4/3/2013 12:25:00 PM

As Rick rightly observed 'Migraines are no fun' and so is my piece. Andrea, this piece is a whole taut about one challenging episode of my life and that of my twin brother. Thus, migraine' I used is not as metaphor but as its obvious truth about me... Though, I hv no experience of it since the beginning of this year. That is why I concluded with '...was my life' to show, by faith, it has ended.