Last night, around ten in the evening, blindness struck once again. It started out as a spot in my vision, like when you accidentally look at a bulb. However, it soon spread and consumed my sight entirely.
It lasted for around an hour, during which the ancient wisdom of the doctors played over in my brain: 'Try to stay calm. The sooner you relax the sooner things will right themselves.'
It's certainly easier said than done. Laying there, in a world that has been reduced to a bright, white haze, the last thing you can do is coax yourself into relaxing.
Migraines are evil.