Recovering from the debacle of TimesSelect, the New York Times is developing a superb repository of off-the-wall blogs. I just discovered this one, devoted to migraines.
The most recent post is a long essay by Jeff Tweedy, leader of Wilco (not one of my favorite bands, sorry to say). His descriptions of the mysterious condition are compelling, especially to someone like me who’s never had one but has lived with people who have. Tweedy now claims to have his migraines under control, but only after years of suffering, and a painkiller addiction that was a result of misguided care:
I had had a psychiatrist that was prescribing drugs to me without any conscience. I actually had a psychiatrist prescribe Vicodin to me as a way to alleviate anxiety. And I also had a therapist tell me that I needed the painkillers because I had migraines and that I didn’t need the antidepressants because they were just capping my creative energy. This guy was just a quack, an idiot. But when you’re in such a vulnerable and desperate state as I was, you want somebody to help you. I really wish I had been in a condition where I could have known and listened and understood that these people were out of their minds, but I wasn’t. I was vulnerable and I needed someone to help me. But I got really, really bad help.
Also on this blog, a slide show of paintings by migraine sufferers. Here’s an example: