Migraines and School
Mid 1990's: From the time he was about twelve, he had Migranes. But after his father died, they began to be a couple times a week, then every day. They were serious, excrutiating and frightenting. I took him everywhere to get treatment for the migraines. Neurologists, Cranial Sacral doctors, an Acupuncturist, a Chinese Doctor, a Biofeedback expert, a Wiccan healer, a psychologist, a nutritionist and finally, the Cranial Sacral doctor, gave him a shot of Imetrix. I remember him saying, "I want to marry it." His migraine immediately released. He was pain free. He'd been missing a lot of school, at Berkeley High School, where he was getting straight A's.
Sometimes he'd call me to let me know he'd thrown-up on the bus, so I'd go get him. He'd been taking classes with me at the community college, as I was going back to finish my degree. He was amazing. For instance, in Astronomy, he'd get 98s on the tests, to my 95s. He loved school, loved learning, loved being the best. So I took him out of Berkeley High and enrolled him as a home student. I tried to get tutors over on that program. One of them showed up with an open wound on her nose. To think back, he tried to concentrate, but it was raw and red and wet and I'm horrified to think I made him sit there with her, or that she would do that to a kid. Especially a sensitive kid like him. Oh the mistakes...but there will be more lamenting about my mistakes. I sure made them.
So he began more or less full time classes, at least three a semester at the Community College. He was fifteen. Each unit in college, counted for 1.5 in high school, so in 10th grade, in college, he would graduate from High school, about the same time, but also have the college credits finished for transferring to UC Berkeley, where he wanted to go. The college councilors supported him. The other students got on well with him. The older girls loved him. And we had a lot of fun taking classes together, studying, even competing. Later I'll post a cute cartoon.
Those were happy, lovely days. Except for the continuing Migraines, that had a horrible hold on him.
Sometimes he'd call me to let me know he'd thrown-up on the bus, so I'd go get him. He'd been taking classes with me at the community college, as I was going back to finish my degree. He was amazing. For instance, in Astronomy, he'd get 98s on the tests, to my 95s. He loved school, loved learning, loved being the best. So I took him out of Berkeley High and enrolled him as a home student. I tried to get tutors over on that program. One of them showed up with an open wound on her nose. To think back, he tried to concentrate, but it was raw and red and wet and I'm horrified to think I made him sit there with her, or that she would do that to a kid. Especially a sensitive kid like him. Oh the mistakes...but there will be more lamenting about my mistakes. I sure made them.
So he began more or less full time classes, at least three a semester at the Community College. He was fifteen. Each unit in college, counted for 1.5 in high school, so in 10th grade, in college, he would graduate from High school, about the same time, but also have the college credits finished for transferring to UC Berkeley, where he wanted to go. The college councilors supported him. The other students got on well with him. The older girls loved him. And we had a lot of fun taking classes together, studying, even competing. Later I'll post a cute cartoon.
Those were happy, lovely days. Except for the continuing Migraines, that had a horrible hold on him.
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