Migraine

So continuing my migraine story, thanks again to all of you and the universe for letting me just write down and post everything I feel like I need to get out here. I know it's not really a true vent, support or gripe post but it really, really helps me and works for me, so thanks for listening or even for not listening! The point is my writing, not anyone reading. Replies are icing on the cake, an extra treat, and always appreciated, even when or especially when, unexpected.



So I made it two whole days without a migraine. Almost made it three, but the weather spoiled it, pouring rain all day. I was only able to do it by doing absolutely nothing though including not posting here more than a sentence or two, so I don't recommend my approach for any but the most desperate LOL! And if I had to work or keep house or look after kids I couldn't do it. But fortunately I am able to look after my health full time and give my brain a chance to heal.

But I have to admit, I got my hopes up again after two days success and started thinking maybe I'd make it three days and maybe I'm finally getting stabilized and maybe I have this thing beat.

But no, of course not, and I feel the disappointment and the plummeting seratonin making me blue. And the rain hitting the window. Bleah.

Oh well. At least I had a lovely break. We have theater tomorrow night with our friends Rick and Gwen, so that will guarantee a recurrence making this a two day mig. If I'm really careful and really lucky I'll avoid a recurrence Sunday, which would be nice because I'm going for the neuropsych testing for my long-term disability lawsuit on Mon and Tues and that is also guaranteed to give me a mig both days. So if I don't get Sun off we're talking a five day mig again. Oh joy. NOT. And I don't want to start another course of Medrol again that soon since I'm just taking the last pill of this course tomorrow. Bleah.

Bleah. Oh, right, I said that already. Twice actually. Bleah. I like it. I'm going to say it again. Bleah. LOL.

Isn't that what Snoopy in Peanuts used to say? If not, he should have.

Enough for now.

LauraSue,

I'm going to focus on two (almost three) pain free days! Hooray! That is cause for a celebration.

I hope you make it to the theater tonight. You deserve a night out with your friends. I'll be hoping for ya

Hi LauraSue

Good luck at the theatre, try and enjoy the show. We are here for you whenever you need us.

Laura - nice job being pain free. Feels great I bet.

I should have a great (not) time at a TaeKwon Do Black belt test tonight with my son. Great lights, LOUD music, I think I'll find some ear plugs!!

Yes. LauraSue, Bleah has a distinctly Charles Schulzish ring to it - and is worth repeating in the circumstance. Good luck with the theater - hope you have a nice time!

- Megs

I'm hoping hard that your triggers take a back seat and let you enjoy the next few days. Nobody enjoys a lawsuit, but maybe your head will tolerate it.

Hang in there!

Gretchen in Mississippi

Laura Sue--

There just don't seem to be no justice! Oh, isn't that kind of the theme of Peanuts? In our paper Snoopy is worried about the neighbor girl is getting a cat--then he tries to tell himself to forget about it--then he says that's as easy as forgetting the H-bomb! Sounds familiar to me!!!

I hope you have a lovely evening at the theatre. After all, when you have to have a migraine it should ideally be because you did something good.

The lawsuit sounds icky, so I'll cross my fingers extra hard for you for the next few days. If a few puffs of nebulizer would help--I'd share. I do have to say, my sheltie thinks I truly look strange using it--he thinks I'm a dragon! (Sorry Droolie)

LauraSue,

Did you make it to the theatre? I sincerely hope you did and your head behaved for you so that you had another two (almost three) day streak!!

Well, last night was pretty much a disaster. Only two good things about it...I got to wear my new skirt and I got to see our friends Rick and Gwen. Other than that, let's see, where shall I start?

Woke up feeling lousy, felt lousy all day, low energy, achy all over, just bleah, as I said above. Managed to get myself dressed and out the door, but by the time we got to the corner to hail a cab I was already struggling. Not bad enough to go back home, just enough to be miserable.

So of course, no cabs. So we walk another long block and I'm feeling worse. Still no cabs and another person trying to hail one too. Finally one stops right where we are to let out a passenger, nicely cutting off the other person trying to hail one. Yay! No...

Boo! The cabbie is wearing aftershave. To me it smells like toxic fumes. Traffic is awful. Sunlight is bright and flickering between buildings. Cab is stopping and starting and turning corners and I'm trying to shield my eyes and hold my breath. Then I get a hot flash and have to take off my coat and sweater. Are we having fun yet?

Finally get to the theater, get to our seats, and as I'm chatting with our friends, BAM, I get a migraine. Before the play has even started! So I grab my Imitrex and my bottle of water (refilled from the tap, please note). Well, maybe at least the play will be good. Right? No...

The play is dreadful AND there's no intermission because it's only 90 minutes. It's talky, all the characters sound the same, it's wooden and forced, the leading actress has the most unflattering wig on I've seen in ages, there are constant references to characters that never appear, and an appearance by a character that should have been kept off stage, the "hero" is thoroughly unlikeable, as is the leading actress, um, what have I left out? Oh, yeah, there was no dramatic arc and no really ending, it just kind of stopped.

Okay, so now I get to go home and lie down right? No...at least not so fast. We stand up to leave and I almost fall down. I am VERY wobbly. I tell Andy not to let go of me under any circumstances. We stagger out of the theater, say good night to our friends and then... try to hail another cab...in the theater district...after a play...when only about a zillion other people are also looking for cabs! Acckkkk!!!!!

No luck at the first corner. Andy has me hold on to a railing there so I don't fall over. A fire truck goes by with horn and sirens blaring and lights flashing, adding to my distress. We walk a block, I'm sorry, we wobble a block, still no cabs, and lots of people looking for them. We wobble another half a block and I'm desperate so I say a prayer. Seriously. This has worked for me every time. Miracles do happen in every day life. It's really mysterious. I just say please send me a cab and one appears.

Sure enough, one appears. It's in the middle lane but the light is red and we dash out into traffic and climb in. Oh, I forgot to mention that it was cool and windy and even with my wool coat on I got a terrible chill. I collapse on the back seat of the cab shivering and quivering and nearly in tears. I'm rocking back and forth whimpering all the way home. Andy asks if I really am feeling that bad. I just say yes. I'm having some sort of meltdown, whether from the fibro or the mig, I have no clue. It has happened a couple times before, so I know it's not fatal and that I'll be okay.

We get home, I go straight to bed with my clothes on. I took off my coat and threw it on the chair in the bedroom because if I didn't Andy would fuss at me. He brought me an icepack and I just lay there with my eyes closed for half an hour, finally dragged myself up, took a second Imitrex, went back to bed for half an hour, felt the Imitrex kick in and felt one teensy notch better, dragged myself up again, took my bed time pills, put on my pj's, hung up my skirt or Andy would fuss at me, went back to bed for half an hour, felt the bedtime pills kick in, said another prayer, got up and brushed my teeth and washed my face and went back to bed for good.

Yikes! What a bad night. Even though I was never seriously ill or in any danger, it was just so awful. I was going to say I can't even describe it, but I guess I kinda sorta just did.

Thank goodness, I feel better today. If anyone is still reading at this point, bless you. If not, it's okay, I just needed to vent.

Hugs to all!

Oh sweetheart, ick, ick and double-ick!



Megs

Bummer!!! And you were so looking forward to it.

BTW, what is the play. I'll make sure to avoid it if it makes it to touring and comes to a podunk place like this.

Gretchen in Mississippi

Even a little miserable is still miserable. I'm so sorry your evening went all wonky. Hope you're much better today.

I'm so sorry your evening went so terribly wrong!

tank u berry much everbuddy... dunt wrry play will nebber toor... lol!