My migraines have returned, I can barely see straight sometimes. I’m hoping to change up my preventative medication, but my doctor is a stickler for staying with the same thing, even if it doesn’t help me.
I’ve been in bed a lot, trying to relieve my pain. I’m typing this from bed right now, having a little bit of breather from the head pain. I hope it ends soon.
Update: My doctor finally agreed after a little back and forth, but I will begin my new medication tonight. Keep your fingers crossed!
While in the hospital, I got lots of sleep, reading, drugs (the non-narcotic kind) and well wishes from visitors. My husband brought me flowers, Santa brought me gummy bears and my sponsor brought me fun goodies. My arms still hurt from the IVs, but all in all, I’m in good shape. I begin acupuncture tomorrow and I hope that’ll work better this time around since I’m off all the Vicodin.
I’ve been migraine free so far, even though I got my period earlier than expected. I’m crampy and cranky, but still headache free, which is a very good sign. I’m just hoping this will stick.
After my vomiting weekend and Spliffe’s comment, I realized it was time to quit the cigs. Besides, I wasn’t really liking the taste anyway. I found myself stubbing out the sucker after a few drags because of its nasty kickback.
Also, I received a message from my doctor. It turns out, I’ll be heading back into the hospital for a series of infusion treatments for migraines. It burns like a bitch, but it’ll give me some relief and hopefully, reset my migraines to zero.
Wish me luck on quitting the smokes!
I spent mine nauseated from my migraines. It’s getting out of control. I was up on the rooftop deck smoking a cig when, BAM. I found myself vomiting in the fire pit.
I’m such a klassy girl. It’s like I’m drunk again.
Whew! I was so excited to have Phoenix in preschool, only to find myself running around like a mad woman, checking my watch every five minutes and rushing back to preschool to pick up my smiling child and his best friend. Two and a half hours does not cut it. I barely picked up a few items at Target, walked the pooches for an hour and found myself racing to preschool to pick up the little rascals.
Then it’s lunch, a little playground time, pick up my oldest son, pick up Phoenix’s best friend’s older brother, drop off the brigade of boys at my friend’s house and off to therapy. My list of things continue to pile up and I just find myself trying to stay calm. It doesn’t help that my migraines have returned just as terribly as they were when I was on Vicodin, not that I’m planning on getting back on the drug, but I’m getting a little stressed.
4-5 days out of the week, I have migraines. Doesn’t that just seem wrong?
After two weeks of complaining, my husband finally made a doctor’s appointment for me because God forbid I do it myself. I haven’t been able to shake this cold for some time now and have been spending much of my days sleeping, so enough was enough.
Turns out, I have bronchitis. I’m on antibiotics, among many other things, but this is the first day where I wasn’t dying to saw my head off. So, lots of R&R for me and I’ll be back to my usual self soon…
And no, the cat didn’t wake me up. I took an Excedrin at 8pm. I know, smart move, considering I don’t put caffeine in my body and a dose of Excedrin equals one cup of coffee,which is really about 7 cups for a normal coffee drinking person.
Here’s the thing, I’ve been battling a nasty migraine all day and eventually, I gave in and needed some relief. I’m totally paying for it by staying up all night, watching a bad movie (The Loser, because I am one) and contemplating where I should place my next tattoo.
At the ripe age of 18, I made the smart move of getting a tattoo stamped on my left shoulder, “made in taiwan”. Because I was, dammit. Now I want a tattoo stamped somewhere on my body that states, “recalled”. Because I was, dammit.
But here’s the thing, I’ve always wanted a simple black line encircling my tricep. This is what happens with caffeine in me. My head races with stupidity, while I watch bad movies. And you know what? I’m going to watch Bounty Hunter with Jennifer Aniston next. And consider getting a unicorn tattoo. That’s right.