Uno sobre la migraña, un viejo mal de mi familia
En la recomendable novela Atonement, de Ian McEwan, que ando leyendo en los trayectos de la casa al instituto y de vuelta, encontré una descripción que se acerca de manera sorprendente a la realidad de este mal:
She was not in pain, not yet, but she was retreating before its threat. There were illuminated points in her vision, little pinpricks, as though the worn fabrica of the visible world was being held up against a far brighter light. She felt in the top right corner of her brain a heaviness, the inert body weight of some curled and sleeping animal; but when she touched her head and pressed, the presence disappeared from the coordinates of actual space. Now it was in the top right corner of her mind, and in her imagination she could stand on tiptoe and raise her right hand to it. It was important, however, not to provoke it; once this lazy creature moved from the peripheries to the centre, then the knifing pains would obliterate all thought (...). It bore her no malice, this animal, it was indifferent to her misery. It would move as a caged panther might: because it was awake, out of boredom, for the sake of the movement itself, or for no reason at all, and with no awareness.
I. McEwan, Atonement, Ed. Vintage, Londres, 2005.
She was not in pain, not yet, but she was retreating before its threat. There were illuminated points in her vision, little pinpricks, as though the worn fabrica of the visible world was being held up against a far brighter light. She felt in the top right corner of her brain a heaviness, the inert body weight of some curled and sleeping animal; but when she touched her head and pressed, the presence disappeared from the coordinates of actual space. Now it was in the top right corner of her mind, and in her imagination she could stand on tiptoe and raise her right hand to it. It was important, however, not to provoke it; once this lazy creature moved from the peripheries to the centre, then the knifing pains would obliterate all thought (...). It bore her no malice, this animal, it was indifferent to her misery. It would move as a caged panther might: because it was awake, out of boredom, for the sake of the movement itself, or for no reason at all, and with no awareness.
I. McEwan, Atonement, Ed. Vintage, Londres, 2005.
Escrito por Daniel Durini a las 12:00
3 Comments:
atonement.. i just love that book by ian mcewan :)..
it is a good description of migraine except in one important detail, the pain is very sharp, like something stabbing into the brain. Sometimes when I have a migraine even my hair hurts.
Hello Guile,
Yes, now that I also finished reading it, I must say it is a book you can really enjoy reading.
Yakima Gulag,
I agree, although in my experience, the migrane leads you through different amounts and sorts of pain, together with other misfortunate side-effects such as nausea or impossibility of speech or thought.
Greetings,
Daniel.
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