The Migraine Dance

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I don’t really know what is going on with the back of my head, but it might be a migraine thing, so let’s call it an offshoot of my migraines for now.

I’m learning to dance with them. They are leading. I need to lie down when it’s time to lie down. Sleep when it’s time to sleep. It’s rather like having a newborn in the house, only I’m the newborn! Although I do like the idea of rebirthing myself. That may be too deep for my brain at the moment.

This does mean I’m keeping irregular hours. I did see my

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If we ever have competitive napping, though… I nap hard!

husband for a few minutes this evening, as I woke up to use the washroom as he was going to sleep. So much for my 4 hour nap. More like 10. I will sleep more. It’s 1 am now. By 2 I should be ready again. I need 18 hours every 2nd day.

I’m almost ready to plant myself at the ER.

My neck and back cracked loudly today, but the pain ended up intensifying in my neck. My back feels better. My toe feels like it’s healing, too.

I am supposed to be getting the Botox shots for migraine on the 24th of October, I think. The clinic can at least do that. I’m hoping that helps, because it did help a bit in June. I do tend to sleep more before my shots, as the pain gets worse and I’m 2 months without now, so I guess it isn’t abnormal for me, but geez, I would like to see my family.

Five minutes should be enough. ๐Ÿคฃ they’re teens!

I know this sounds like exactly the opposite of what I just said, but it isn’t. Those times I am awake, I am pushing myself just a bit to accomplish things. Blogging, putting on makeup, organizing this or that. At least when I’m sleeping I don’t feel like I’m not accomplishing anything, either. I’m trying to be awake between 6 am and noon, at least. It seems to be my best time, and I am happy I’m getting a few small things done.

Life. Still good. Bitchy as hell, but I have some great companions! ๐Ÿ˜

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Fail Day!

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My fails today haven’t been this acrobatic, but they’ve been fun! I subluxed my toe sometime yesterday, so that doesn’t feel really good. I’m being much more of a baby about it than I’d like to be.

My husband has been worried I’m only eating the same thing over and over, so he bought me some chilled shrimp. Now, he was going on and on about making his own sauce, because the commercial cocktail sauce isn’t FODMAP friendly. I happily dug in, not realizing I was eating commercial sauce, and nearly died from the burning of my mouth. Husband had taken the kid to school – it was a late start and I had been up since 4 am. However he seemed confused at my repeated requests for cheese. Perhaps he doesn’t know that cheese is the antidote to fire mouth.

Ah, he just wandered up here on a conference call looking for something that was never up here in the first place. Maybe he’s just stupid. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ far from it! It would be nice to have company.

Sigh. So then, the cocktail sauce spilled all over my fuzzy zebra blanket, and I dropped the remote into it. I wasn’t thinking and I licked my hand where the sauce got on it. Which reignited my fire-tongue. Wah! Here’s me: cocktail sauce all over my hands, trying to stand up without spilling any more or reinjuring my toe, trying to scooch off the bed yelling “fuck” totally forgetting my husband may be on a conference call. Oops. His fault. Somehow. ๐Ÿ˜›

My head still hurts. My goal is to stay awake most of today. Yesterday I gave up at 2:00 and woke up at 4:00 This morning. I still need to lie down most of the time.

Goddamn I hold my body rigid. I need to stop this.

My days are pretty okay for the mornings, but noon is the time. Every second day I sleep for 18 hours, it seems. I try to change the pattern, but it doesn’t seem to work. I am still trying to find a doctor, but I fear I will not be able to wait. I may need to go to the ER.

I’ve been feeling a bit more social, but that’s all well and good until someone says something stupid. I know I’m sensitive right now and I’m overreacting to a minor throwaway comment, but I should think about it’s great that people see me as the same old me.

I did buy some cute pajama pants that arrived yesterday. They look snuggly. I’m excited. I’m so cold all the time. I can finally wear warm clothes. Layers. People. Layers.

I have been burning up Netflix. My picks:

  • American Vandal – a mockumentary about the most serious of subjects: Who drew the dicks?
  • Big Mouth – the first episode is uncomfortable, but it gets better. Dirty, dirty humour, but you will learn so much. Some of my favorite writers.
  • Evil Things – creepy things for Halloween, this is on TLC, actually, really trashy show about haunted objects.
  • The Exorcist (tv show) – I’ve watched two episodes of this, it is creepy as hell. I believe Season two is on television.

 

Oooh, great, and I’ve lost the remote so I can’t look up any more. Sigh. My day.

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Stunned.

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Things aren’t great here. I’m coping. But I’m just coping. That is all that is going on. My life has pared down a lot from even where it was before. I think that was necessary, for now. Let’s just be real about what’s up.

My back-of-head pain seems to be back as it was before. Now, I can only speculate I had a reprieve because of the BOTOX injections. I am nauseated and dizzy when I sit or stand for too long. I do see the neurologist in two and a half weeks.

I received my date for the EDS clinic. April 2, 2018. I could weep. I had somehow thought December. It doesn’t help that I am on the super-duper special accelerated list, either. I am on the cancellation list as well. They are booking for the regular plebian Ehlers-danlos patients in November, 2018. This is supposed to make me feel special. It does.

Currently searching high and low for a gynecologist. This won’t become a crisis for two weeks, yet.

My husband has been in touch with the pain clinic. They do not know what is going on, but are working on things. I can’t worry about that.

My daughter has had the flu now, recovered, and is perhaps catching it again since school started last week. My son’s autism is really not good.

I have been organizing and reorganizing everything I can get my hands on, because it soothes me. ย I haven’t been able to talk to anyone lately. I just can’t stand any pity. I don’t particularly want any advice either. I mean, unless it’s really helpful.

What I would love is some support.

I posted on Facebook that the pain was so bad, I was really struggling. I took a nap. I receive some push notifications, and one person, I don’t even know who suggested I “seek help” and it sent me over. I haven’t been back. It hit me so hard just then. People don’t see me at all, do they? How many people think I’m depressed? Seek help. Yeah. I will get right on that.

I do, actually, feel quite peaceful. My husband needs to run interference for me for a while, because I can’t people, but it’s only another year of my life to waste.

Spotify, Netflix, these are my new best friends! Oh! I can listen to music again! So neat!

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I’m a 10 out of 10

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You know you’re gearing up for a migraine when you lecture a stranger in your dream for wearing too much perfume. I even gave her the speech on the proper distance you should be from someone before you first detect it. I was quite thorough. The proper distance, by the way, is conversational distance. That is where you should first detect someone else’s fragrance. ย None of this where they walk into the establishment and you can taste it before you even see the person nonsense.

Anyway, I tried to play with makeup yesterday, but the migraine started creeping up. I continued, because it had been over a week! I played for a bit, then finally had a nap. Slept from 1 pm until 8:30 pm when my husband came to bed. I was so restless and uncomfortable. ย I couldn’t settle my stomach. I didn’t have anything solid yesterday except for oatmeal for breakfast.

I couldn’t sleep last night, I was just awake, restless. I keep trying. I’d dissolve into tears every once in a while, the pain was so bad, and then it would dissipate. Then ramp up. Ugh. I would lie there, just trying to be still, trying to distract myself. Reading cat memes. Reading long form news stories.

I was supposed to have Botox injections for migraine and for pain management on August 22-ish. ย Since then the migraines are back, I’ve had my first period in fourteen years, (Mirena) and I’m wracked with pain.

I have not heard back from the pain clinic. Realistically, it’s been 3 weeks? I think? It feels like an eternity. I feel like most of the pain right now is in the back of my head, whatever we are dealing with there. One month until my neurologist appointment.

It’s also been close enough to a month that I believe it is time to start harassing the EDS clinic again. I think we shall do those things, see where that leads us.

I’m interested to see if I have a period next month. The question: was the Botox contributing to my lack of menses? How? Dunno. Correlation does not equal causation yeah yeah. We will see.

Let’s tackle one thing at a time. I will certainly bring it up at the EDS clinic, I don’t know if they have a GYN on staff, but I will ask for a referral straight away, as well as for a gastroenterologist, as that doesn’t seem to be happening either.

Happily, however, my stomach seems to have settled and I no longer feel like throwing up my toenails. Yay Gravol!

Short term, I don’t seem to be sleepy. Or I am already dead. I occasionally find a comfy spot and all is happy for a while, so things aren’t terrible. I’m going to focus on medicating myself today, listening to podcasts, and maybe tv if I can. Tonight I’m definitely taking a sleeping pill, and back to that if I need to.

I was thinking of a warm bath, but moving…

I can do a month! Right?

And however long the EDS clinic takes…

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Why do People Gotta be so Mean?

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WARNING: MAY BE A BIT RAMBLY AND DISJOINTED. STILL NOT AT 100% MAKING SENSE. STILL FLUISH.

It’s Monday afternoon and I’m on my way to feeling human once again. ย Somewhat. I am fairly sure it will take a few weeks before I am completely back and feeling whole, as it sometimes does with colds. It’s funny, it’s not always the really heavy colds, either. This one I had a light sore throat, but I was so tired, and those sores on my tongue came back. They seem to come back now the second I get run down. They are terrible. I can’t have more barriers to eating!

Yesterday was my husband’s 49th birthday. He looks much younger. He was asked last fall to join an under 30 kickboxing club. ๐Ÿ˜‚ He declined. ย The family finally got me to move at about 4 in the afternoon. I was still very weak, but I hung out, still in bed, because I’m always in bed, tried to be a good sport, and tried some food. My husband had made some FODMAP friendly brownies, so I had a couple. He eventually made me a smoothie, which I spilled all over myself. Yay! I’m just waiting to take a bath.

My head is really hurting today. It never ends. It’s nice my brain decided to ease up while the rest was acting up. Or I didn’t notice it.

The hospital hasn’t called back, and it’s long past 48 hours, so I assume we aren’t dealing with an infection. So, it looks like I have to face facts and will likely have to find a new GYN. I love mine, but she isn’t available enough to me, and did not return my husband’s call. Can’t work with that. I don’t have the energy.

So, I can’t remember if I mentioned this, but I’m too weak to check, as we were leaving the exam room, we walked by the patient at the nurses station on a stretcher. Obviously, I was in a room because of the examination that needed to be done. The patients partner was sitting crossways across the bed and my husband walks past, holding my hand, I’m clutching my stomach, and she stretches her legs out and tries to kick me in the knee. She just barely makes contact, though, short-legs-having-bitch. Why?

Then I get out to the waiting room, I had to make sure I didn’t hallucinate this one. This woman was sitting in the waiting room, and it was about half full. My husband found the closest chair and dumped me on it, and this woman was sitting across from me. Husband goes to get a cab, and she goes “Ha ha” and I assume she’s looking at her phone, but she’s staring me down. I just put my head in my hands. She may have taken a photo, because she had her camera out and in position, but that didn’t occur to me until later. 6 mg of morphine, remember. I did not fall asleep! But I did get somewhat stupid. I remembered what happened, but it took me a while to parse it. She looked so normal! Then this guy came out that ahe was with, and he did not look, uh, well. I appreciate a man who works with his hands, but this man looked like he worked with his face! Wow! I don’t know the relationship, but the age difference looked huge! I’m biased, because my ex was older and it was bad. Strange people everywhere.

I don’t understand deliberately trying to hurt someone. And on that note, a big shout out to twiggyjen44 whom I may have been inadvertently ornery with in my cold/pain/drug induced haze. I am very sorry if I was snarky. Thank you for your help and advice! ๐Ÿ’œ

Over this next week I’m going to work on recovering my strength before making any decisions. I seem to have had one round of bleeding that has stopped. Perhaps my lining had just built up enough that it needed to slough. We have moved my cranberry pill to the morning, so that should help with any chronic yeast problems.

Oh! Yes! When the nurse was inserting the iv into my hand, she really crammed it into the back of my hand. I heard it pop when it entered my vein. That has never happened before. ย But I have the teeniest of yellow bruises. I am one Zebra who doesn’t bruise! And another thing, my body should be stretched out from being fat, but it snapped back! Reverse elasticity? ๐Ÿคฃ I think my skin just isn’t very involved.

Another thing at the hospital, while I had my blood drawn, this woman came in, she was in her large 60s, she approached the triage nurse. Patient explained she was at the ER and the doctor wanted her to come back for a follow up test. Triage nurse explained patient had to go to her GP. Patient claims the doctor told her to come back here. Triage nurse tried not to roll her eyes and started to ask the patient questions. Which start to go in circles. We go through this whole routine three times, at which point the patient decides she wants to come back tomorrow, and tries to book an appointment. All the nurses were listening in by the end, trying not to either laugh in sympathy or strangle the patient.

When I was still waiting in the hall, one lady jumped up because her partner was getting worse, they were worried about his heart. She bashed into my stretcher, which hurt so much, and surprised me, I felt so bad for calling out, but I couldn’t help it. She apologised, but her mind was elsewhere, of course. Goodness. I’m such a jerk when I don’t mean to be. It’s good I don’t go out much! ๐Ÿ™Š

I must admit, though, even though I had to spell Ehlers Danlos for them, I did get treated awesomely. Adequate pain management, no drug seeking questioning (it does help to go to the hospital that does administrate my pain management), thinking ahead so I didn’t have to move too much, all in all, the staff was very considerate.

Okay, I’m going to go find someone to monitor my bath. I fell a couple of weeks ago, and I like to have someone keep an ear out for giant splashes or thuds.

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A Word on Munchausens Syndrome

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I have been reading a couple of articles on Munchausens, Munchausens by proxy, and have watched the documentary on Gypsy and her mother, and I find Munchausens Syndrome quite fascinating. I don’t understand why someone would choose to fake sick in order to gain attention. Yes, the answer must lie somewhere in the pathology of the illness, but how does the attention actually work? See, I have more than one verifiable illness and I am not drowning in pity and attention. Perhaps it’s because they don’t actually have the illness in question and have the energy to troll for it? Maybe because they usually invoke CANCER which for some reason gets everyone’s attention. I’ve never understood why cancer is held up above all other disease. It’s interesting to me. It is very serious, usually, don’t get me wrong. Maybe because we all know someone with it.

I mean, not that I want attention so much as it would be nice if people noticed the struggle and thought I was doing awesome. It’s better than being invisible.

 

Today went downhill fast.

My head is really in bad shape. My neck is awful. I didn’t sleep well last night, the pain was so distracting. I’ve been eating chocolate trying to soothe, which is a bad sign. I should curl up and either relax or sleep. My face hurts so much. I have intense abdominal cramps, and I’m spotting again or still, I’m not sure. It’s getting to the point where I can’t just wait it out much longer. I don’t know if the EDS clinic has a gynecologist on staff. There was one at the pain clinic, and I did see her privately, but it was kind of a pain to get in. My GP will not deal with this, so I’m not certain what to do. There’s always the possibility my Mirena has pierced something. Not pierced, um… shifted and embedded somewhere. I’m on a lot of medication, who knows what I feel and what I don’t? Sigh.

I need to see to a nap. I’m becoming incoherent. And grouchy.

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Im Thinking of Hiring a Male Escort…

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…to come over and watch tv with me. You see, my family is impossible to watch television with. The husband can only watch things that require sporadic attention, like sports, or a comedian. I cajoled him into watching Stranger Things with me last weekend, and in the first freaking episode he had figured out major plot points! I didn’t let him know this, of course. He was great, I know this required extra effort on his part. We then watched Atypical, which is about an 18-year old with autism. That was painful. He is dealing with his own autism and it hit a bit close to home, I think. Anyway, it was wonderful of him to watch with me, but I can’t ask him to do this regularly. He has a stressful job, and to come home and stress over tv is too much.

My daughter watched some tv with me the other day. She likes her shows, though. Either horror movies or teen shows.

I’ve been trying to pull away from documentary and watch more comedy. I think it’s good.

Finally managed to reach my grandmother yesterday. She reminded me she’s turning 96 next week. She asked how old I was, and when I said 47 in November, she replied “Oh, you’re old, too!” ๐Ÿคฃ My husband is 49 next week. Yikes! We is ancient.

Chatting with grandma was lovely but tough. She has a benign tumour on her pancreas, and a polyp in her throat. She needs to have all her food blended. We compared pathetic diets, followed by a round of ‘I feel bad for you!’ ‘No, I feel bad for you!’ It’s horrible to be pitied by your grandmother! I assured her I have a wonderful full life, even if it’s not very exciting. I can’t help but shake the feeling she’s hanging on to make sure we grandkids are all settled.

My life is really lovely. I do have a nice spot carved out here. It’s a quiet life, I’m not making huge splashes at anything. But is that what I want? I have enough people in this world with grudges against me, for very silly things, for the most part. I will just sit here quietly and enjoy my life and quietly do what I can to avoid pain. Cultivate what friendships I can, and just be in the moment.

It sounds right.

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