Experiment Purpose: To see if I get migraines after eating chocolate
The Method: I will eat some chocolate, and wait and see if I get a migraine. (Pfffff. Scientific research is EASY.)
3:48 pm: I eat 1/8th of The Best Chocolate Cookie Ever. This is the same cookie recipe that triggered my previous episode, and contains an excessive amount of dark chocolate. It is less a cookie than it is a plate-sized chocolate bar with chunks of cookie dough holding it together. I wash it down with 1/2 cup soymilk to reproduce the variables from the previous incident. That, and this cookie SCREAMS for a milk chaser.
4:01 pm: So far, so good. My faculties are intact, my balance good (well, as good as it ever is), and the afternoon light is casting a pleasant glow (as opposed to driving hot daggers into my frontal, occipital, or any other lobe). I go up to check on LG, who has slept WAY past normal nap limits. He’s awake, and upon seeing me he bursts into tears. “I want DAAADDDY!” Hmmm. Empirical study may have been compromised by secondary headache inducing factors.
4:33 pm: I’m feeling some slight twinges of headache every so often – sort of like someone flicking a rubber band inside my skull – nothing coming anywhere close to the humdinging, slingshots of fire I was experiencing last week. The smell of LG’s blueberry yogurt isn’t even making me any more nauseated than usual (I know its good for you, but the stuff is just gross). I may be in the clear. However, the viewing of Teletubbies may seriously compromise the experiment. Between that and the chocolate, I may actually have some sort of full-brain hard drive failure.
4:48 pm – 1 hour post-consumption: No change. Teletubbies viewing neatly averted with promises of Playdough.
I seem to be SLIGHTLY sensitive to chocolate most of the time, and REALLY sensitive to it at, ahem, other times. I fail to see the irony in that the time I can’t have the chocolate is the time I MOST need it. I will endeavor to conduct further experiments to determine the upper and lower limits of my cocoa-derivative tolerance. The fate of my household equilibrium for one solid week a month lies in the balance.
P.S. Those of you who visit often may be marveling at the unusual frequency of posts in the last few days. Have I been unusually inspired by life events? Not really. I have an enormous pile of work staring me down (literally, heh), but I refuse to cower in the face of it. So I do other things. Like clip LG’s fingernails. Or clean out my makeup drawer. Or attend a sock knitting class. Or conduct and publish “experiments”. Everyone has their process. Don’t judge me.