I know I whine about migraines a lot, but I seem to be suffering from them more often than normal lately, and I’m not sure why. The last couple of weeks in particular have been pretty rough, and today is no different.
It was so bad today at work that my boss told me I could leave if I needed to. Evidently I must have looked pretty bad. Lord knows I felt pretty bad. But if I’d gone home, I’d have had to pick up my kids from daycare, and let’s face it – migraines + noisy kids = very bad things.
A friend from college asked me about migraines once and, when I finished telling him what mine were like, he said, “Wow. You’re certainly a writer…”
Why, thank you. Thank you very much. 😀
This is how I described them:
Sometimes, the pain is so bad I just want to die. Other times, there’s no pain, but my vision looks like an old TV on a channel that won’t come in and I lose the ability to walk. Like, my feet just drag and it’s a struggle to stay upright because I can’t feel my legs from the knees down. I actually hate those most.
I never knew that could happen till this past year. The first time it happened, I thought I was having a stroke.
Something similar happened to a co-worker; she had an ocular migraine and ended up passing out. She’d never heard of such a thing, and she never did get a headache.
Migraines are weird, yo, and debilitating, and I really, really hate them.
I picked up a new preventive treatment today. Unlike the preventive treatments I’ve tried before, this is designed specifically for migraines (the others were designed for seizures and other things and used off-label for migraine prevention). I hope it works; my doctor said he’s had great luck treating others with it. And I hope any side effects are minimal.
One of the other preventives I tried resulted in my fingers and toes becoming super sensitive to cold, something which is apparently permanent because I still have trouble with that, and I haven’t taken that particular medication in years. Another one left me completely unable to remember even basic things, like an actress’s last name (I could tell you which movies she was in, who she was married to, what fragrance she’d advertised on TV, and how she hurt her back, but I could not for the life of me recall her last name). I still have trouble with my memory, but at this point, I’m not sure why. It could be left over from that medicine; it could be a hormonal imbalance; it could be stress.
Still, I’m nervous about this treatment because it involves shots. I hate shots. I can’t stand to look at the person giving me shots when I have to get them, or the lab techs when I need blood drawn. I can’t do it. So how in the world am I going to manage giving myself a shot?
Good thing I only have to do it once a month, or I’d be in big trouble.
Then again, I never thought I’d be able to touch my eyes in order to wear contacts, either, and I got over that pretty quickly.
Okay, time to sleep. Maybe that’ll help.
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