It all started last Sunday. I had a headache. I knew it felt sort of different but I popped some ad.vil and went on. It didn't help. So for the next 2 days nothing helped but the headache was bearable. And then on Tuesday, it wasn't. I remember going to the doctor with my mom that morning and then I went to get my hair done. I vaguely remember being there and I did tell her to hurry because I needed to lay down. She did and I left there with my hair wet. (Writing this out makes me realize that I don't remember paying her? OMG...must call her) I came home and set my phone alarm for 2:30 since I was going to have to go get B from MDO by 3:30. I don't remember waking up. I don't remember going to get her. Apparently, at some point I called Lonnie and he could tell I was in major pain so he called his mom to come over to help me...she lives and hour and a half away.
I came straight home and put a movie on for Blakely. I do remember that. She laid on the couch with me while I tried to just survive the hours until my MIL got here or Lonnie got home. I tried everything. Ad.vil, Tyle.nol, Ex.cedrin. I used my essential oils and they were the only thing that gave me the tiniest bit of relief but it was always short lived. I was getting so sick that I couldn't even get up to get the oils. I finally broke down and took one of Lonnie's pain pills. Nothing. Took another one. Nothing.
migraine hell hell hell
Wednesday morning Lonnie made me take a muscle relaxer because we thought maybe it was a tension headache because it felt like I had a knife going from the base of my skull on the right side all the way through my right eyeball. It did not help. I called my doctor crying and they told me to come right in. That sounded like the worst thing ever but I had to get some relief. I really don't remember much about being there. I know I was curled up in the dark room for quite a few hours. He gave me a pill that helps with migraines and wanted me to stay to see if it helped. It helped a tiny bit. Like made it to where I could get in a certain position and I didn't want to throw up all over the place.
I still couldn't move much without feeling like death. They gave me a shot of Deme.rol and Phener.gan. I had to call my MIL to come get me and take me home since I now couldn't drive. I don't remember that but I do remember waking up on the couch at my house and feeling better if I didn't move at all. I had to go to the hospital to get a CT of my head just in case. I don't remember that. I really don't remember anything until about Friday. I stayed in bed or on the couch and my MIL took care of B the whole time.
He gave me a nasal spray (narcotic) to help with the migraine pain. Let me tell you about that stuff. Whoa. I have never been so loopy in my life. But it worked. Sweet relief. I was so happy to have relief. But about 3 hours later the pain would come raging back so I had to stay loopy for a few days.
Saturday I woke up with no headache. Thank God. But I felt like I had been hit by a truck. And I still do. I am getting better but I still don't feel right. I have a few friends that suffer from migraines and they said that for a few days after a bad one it is normal to feel pretty terrible. I have ZERO energy. It takes all I have to walk up the stairs in our house. I feel shaky and tired. Ugh.
Anyway, there is my story. I have never had a migraine before and let me tell you I NEVER WANT ONE AGAIN. I am so sorry to anyone who has ever had one and I doubted your pain. I was a complete and total idiot. I am sure mine was stress induced because this summer has been pretty damn stressful around these parts. Let's hope I am back to normal tomorrow. I have stuff to do!
A little funny for you. Lonnie told me I needed to pick up his prescription at the pharmacy today. So I called a little bit ago and she told me that I can't get it until we are out of the one we just refilled. I said but I haven't ever picked this prescription up?! She was like, yes ma'am you did. Last Monday. I have your signature right here. I walk over to our medicine cabinet and there it is. I don't remember that at all. I felt like an idiot. But seriously, how scary?
The good news is that Blakely was a total trooper throughout all of this. She kissed my head and asked me multiple times a day, "How you feeling, Mommy? Head feeling better yet?" Sweet girl.
No more migraines, please.
