Migraine

Lynne,
Fingers toes and anything else I can cross will be crossed that the beast stays at bay . You've had a productive day, so contintrate on that, not what wasn't done. Those things will always be there. Can never find the laundry faries when you need them.

Cindy

Cindy,

You just totally cracked me up, because in our house we talk and speculate all the time about the "laundry fairy" (me, of course), and where she is, how she feels about jeans zippers being closed before they get thrown into the hamper, etc. That made my evening.

I got a sudden attack of the "groggies" this afternoon - practically passed out on my bed and slept for about 4 hours. My husband woke me to eat dinner, and I'm a little more awake now. This is just like being on a roller coaster, even more than usual since that darned hospitalization. (which I still have to believe was a good idea but geez, the price we pay for change!).

So, the laundry fairy might just creep downstairs quietly and put her husband's shoes in the washer (cat pee, long story), but then she's off duty.

Hugs to all. Thanks, thanks, thanks.

Lynne

Nope. Can't ever find laundry fairies, or vacuuming and dusting fairies, or any of that ilk. But those muck it up fairies are rampant, I tell ya!

My muck-it-up fairies are at piano lessons (the large one is at work earning a salary) - but they will reappear soon and wreak havoc on the small degree of order I've established.

Some days I fantasize about moving into the spare bedroom downstairs, and just letting the rest of the house go to you-know-where until finally someone does something about it. But, living with one man, one teenage boy, and one prepubescent boy means that messes are invisible, apparently.

And I am apparently the only one in the house able to see where the cat has regurgitated a hairball, and the only one with the skills necessary to remove it from the carpet. Remarkable, as my husband has as many post-graduate degrees as I do...

Ah well. Price of doing business.

Lynne

Ah girlfriend I hear ya on this one loud and clear!!

It's like they walk right past the cat messies....uh I know you saw it, it didn't dawn on you to do something about it???

And don't even get me started on the toilet paper roll or the "what's for dinner" when he has been home for a half hour already.....

Ah the joys of cohabitation. I love him though!!! Maybe we can train the cats to pick up after them!!! LOL

Hope you are feeling a bit better today! I can tell by your "tone" that you have some spring back in your step. Hope it stays that way my friend!!

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Originally posted by Lynne:
My muck-it-up fairies are at piano lessons (the large one is at work earning a salary) - but they will reappear soon and wreak havoc on the small degree of order I've established.

Some days I fantasize about moving into the spare bedroom downstairs, and just letting the rest of the house go to you-know-where until finally someone does something about it. But, living with one man, one teenage boy, and one prepubescent boy means that messes are invisible, apparently.

And I am apparently the only one in the house able to see where the cat has regurgitated a hairball, and the only one with the skills necessary to remove it from the carpet. Remarkable, as my husband has as many post-graduate degrees as I do...

Ah well. Price of doing business.

Lynne

Eileen,

Yup. I seem to have reaquired my sense of humor. Always a good sign. I got a little miffed a few times today when I realized that some basic things were going to be beyond my reach (like going down to the basement more than once), but I just decided to watch a DVD and chill out and accept it.

Actually had kind of a fun night when my boys got home from swim practice - they both begged for backrubs, which is always a fine time to debrief from the day. It was good to see them. I missed them so much during my hospitalization that I still feel a little pang when they go off to school or other places.

So, today was better. I think this bout of hopelessness is over. Thanks for your kindness. This forum has been a lifesaver for the past week. I was getting totally paralyzed.

Time to have some popcorn and go to bed!

Lynne

Lynne,

I so laughed at your earlier post

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And I am apparently the only one in the house able to see where the cat has regurgitated a hairball, and the only one with the skills necessary to remove it from the carpet. Remarkable, as my husband has as many post-graduate degrees as I do...

I don't know how much this has to do with post graduate degrees as it does with just hoping someone else will deal with it. But you know here you are just out of the hospital and really, barely able to take care of yourself, let alone anyone else, and your dealing with the regurgitated hairballs. I laughed, it would happen with my children.

You do sound ever so much better. Hope you get a good night's sleep.

Cindy

Lynne- We haven't heard from you in a few days- are you feeling any better?
Valerie

Valerie,

Well, that's a timely question. This may be short because the "reply" feature isn't working right now. Yesterday I would have said, "getting slowly better". Then the plot thickened ...

Last night I awoke with bed spins, agitation so bad that I was bordering on psychotic, sweats, chills, diarrhea - all leading up to a spectacular hemiplegic migraine. I haven't had an attack like that in four years.

I got incredibly creative with my meds and managed to knock down the symptoms enough to sleep for five hours. I've been medicating like crazy ever since. I feel like death on a cracker, but the agitation is at least gone. I spoke with the P.A. at my pain clinic, and she helped me refine my emergency protocol and upped one of my preventives.

So, I've been sticking myself with needles for the past 12 hours or so, and am covered with Sesame Street bandaids. I am proud of myself for not totally losing my cool. I was absolutely determined not to visit the ER. I'm semi-freaked out by the revisits of old symptoms, but I keep telling myself that I've survived these before and I can do it again.

So, I could use some "stick it out and hang in there" type things from people! I know I can hang in there till my doctor's appointment in 1 1/2 weeks, and I know they will change my treatment plan over the phone if I need them too, but GGGGRRRRRRRRRR! Changing meds is just the worst!

I just have to stay calm. Calm, calm, calm. Then I'll be ok.

I thought of starting a new thread: "The Ghost of Symptoms Past". Or, "Near-Psychosis makes it darn diffiicult to do self-injections".

So, that's the answer. Was getting back on track, now derailed again. Pooh. And on husband's birthday also.

Lynne

Lynne- Here's some hugs for you You were on my mind for a reason. I'm so sorry for all your pain- it sounds like you managed it spectacularly - keep going with that-you're a strong woman!
Valerie

Valerie,

Boy, you must have ESP! Thanks for the support. I know in my heart that I'm handling this (maybe better than I ever have), but boy is it hard. I actually got out of bed to take a shower and make (kind of a lame) dinner for my boys, because I am trying to keep up some sort of household momentum, and I couldn't believe how weak I felt.

But, the frozen chicken is in the oven, and I think we won't starve tonight! And I saved one shot for before bed, so I should be able to sleep and hopefully wake up with less pain tomorrow, It'll be OK, but I AM SO SICK OF BEING IN THIS BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Done now. Thanks.

Lynne