here I am, waiting to see if another pain killer will bring my head pain down a couple notches so I can go take care of my critters. When I was at the clinic yesterday I got a couple samples of Migranal (nasal DHE) to try. I wasn't feeling too bad when I first got up, although it was really hard to roll out of the nest I'd made...I tend to want to snuggle when I'm migraining. But I had a dog to groom this morning-Kipper the poodle. By the time he went home I had a pretty solid mig going so I tried the Migranal. I can't say it did much. I took some vicoprofen and vistiril and sat on the couch watching a program on the National Geographic Channel about killer alligators and crocodiles. An hour later I am still in pain and wondering where I could go to find a croc to bite my head off for me. Since Eastern Nebraska isn't exactly in the crocodilian home range I decided to take a second vicoprofen. I'm feeling a little better, enough to bend down to tie my shoes anyway, but not quite enough to do chores. To think I used to live out on an acreage and mow, garden and tend all sorts of critters-now taking care of the bunnies wears me out. Just walking the dog around the block has me puffing and wheezing now when I used to get up, go to work, come home and break a horse to drive, milk goats or clean the chicken house-working well past dark only to get up and start all over again. I hate these migs, or at least what they have done to me. I tell myself (and anyone else who listens) that having this problem has taught me a lot-patience, resilience, appreciation for the small things, etc. I can't help but wonder though where I would be without them.
The first actual migraine that I remember having was when I was probably 7 years old. I had this awful pain in my head, and the light hurt my eyes so much I remember going into my parent's room where it was dark. When I was in my early adolescence they came back on a regular basis, and the medical "experts" at the time told my parents that I maybe had cluster headaches (assuming of course I wasn't just faking for attention) fortunately they calmed down and I had them only occaisionally (and not at all while I was pregnant) Then about 30 they came more and more frequently until I was having constant headaches, many of them migraines. It took awhile to find the right Dr. to work with, and even though I have the right Dr. helping me it still takes time to find out what works. We finally found that Lyrica lessens the severity of most my migs, so that is a big step.
I stopped working back in 98 I think it was...I had cut back my hours but was still calling in sick a lot(or worse yet driving 50 miles after swallowing a couple of vicodin and hoping the day wasn't going to be too hard) Having a business out of my home didn't quite work out either...that was a very frustrating time for me. I had a strict father who drilled work ethic in to me, so I took it as a moral failing on my part that I wasn't out working. I was also having a problem with depression that had been going on for several years without me realizing what it was...thank God that he got me thru all of it with our marriage intact and our kids growing up ok.
And in case you are wondering, yes, I do go back and fix my spelling mistakes, even though the migraines mess up my cognitive functions I am just compulsive enough to go back over everything to make sure it's right...must be that "migraine personality" at work ;)