Yes I’m a neurologist, and headache specialist. I’ve spent over a decade working one-on-one with migraine patients, and learned a TON from them.
And yes, I’m a lifelong migraine sufferer, which means I’m less interested in what the textbooks and drug companies tell me I should do than I am in what actually works. A few years ago I stumbled upon a surprising way to end chronic migraines, and I wrote a book about it that’s helped a lot of folks.
My wife Jenny is here, too. Among many other things, she’s an amazing chef and recipe designer (which you’ll discover if you make any of them).
But this site isn’t about us. It’s about you.
And you want to know what this site is really about. Why does it even exist in the first place? And what’s the deal with that monster that sorta looks like a devil at the top of this page?
I’ll tell you…
The Story of the Massive Rebound Headache of Death
So there I was, in a crumpled heap on the bedroom floor, where I’d resided in all manner of positions, none of which provided any relief, for the past 18 hours. Just the act of shifting to a more comfortable position would trigger another bout of dry heaving.
My head was pounding with every kind of pain imaginable, along with other kinds of pain I could’ve never imagined.
Had I been a gun enthusiast, this article would’ve likely never been written.
It had all started 2 weeks prior when I’d come down with the flu, another rogue virus that slipped past the vaccination needle.
In an effort to retain some semblance of humanity during this bout of viral induced misery, I’d medicated with daily ibuprofen.
My symptoms had included headache, but that took a backseat to the body aches, fiery throat, and plugged sinuses that commanded most of my attention.
But around day 7, as the flu symptoms began to subside, the headache began to escalate.
My initial relief at my immune system’s victory was short lived, as the head pain rapidly intensified.
And that’s when, with a sinking feeling, it hit me. I was in rebound.
While firing ammunition at one villain – the flu – I was unwittingly strengthening another – migraine. And the beast was as strong as he’d ever been.
I’d dug myself a big hole, one I knew wasn’t going to be easy to get out of.
First things first, no more ibuprofen, of course. As I well know from more than a decade of caring for migraine patients, many of whom are in the midst of full blown rebound when they first see me, the first step is to ditch the partner that got you there.
But that wasn’t enough. As I’ve alluded to, my current state was a fate worse than death.
Be it by guillotine or pharmaceutical, I would take anything just to end the pain.
Fortunately we had one sumatriptan injection left in the medicine cabinet.
I took it. The relief from it was both short and incomplete, and within a couple hours, the beast had returned at full strength, and showed no signs of letting up.
Another day passed. The beast did not relent.
The following night, my selfless wife, seeing my pitiful form sprawled out on the floor of our bedroom, full vomit bucket beside me, made a 3 AM run to the 24-hour drug store to grab another injection.
I popped the cap, plunged the needle in and…..nothing. Not even that triptan-induced constricted feeling like I was pinned underneath a piano that I’d come to welcome as the sign of the relief that would soon follow.
Nope, nothing. Nada. Zippo.
For those keeping score, this is where things now stood…
It’s hard to imagine being in a darker place than this.
Pain to a level you can’t possibly imagine, generated entirely by yourself, with zero practical value.
Pain that reflects no external reality, but exists only because of a bug in the operating system. And you have no access to the source code.
How much more hopeless and helpless can things get?
During all of this, one thing keep running through my mind:
Nobody should have to go through this.
I resolved then that if I found my way out of that hell, that’d I’d do whatever I could do to help create a world where people didn’t have to go through this. That I’d become the Beast’s Public Enemy #1.
That’s what this site is about.
That’s why I do this.
Want to know how I finally escaped The Beast’s death grip?