It looks like this didn’t publish when I tried to publish. Sorry. Let’s attempt it now, and I am working on another post…
My beloved Grandmother died on May 7th. It was as unexpected as you can get for someone who is 96 years old (97 In August) and isn’t terribly ill. She was an amazing lady. She was my inspiration and role model in all things. She was so tough. She never let anything slow her down.
It was my utter frustration in not being able to attend her funeral, it being in Winnipeg, that led me to send a rather nasty (Canadian nasty) note to my doctor about me having to live in darkness while my life passes me by. Well, my doctor had me in her office and was sticking needles in my face within two days.
It seems she was sending me messages through the clinic, which I was not receiving, of course, and I was doing the same. Now that we are in touch, we can bypass the stupid place and get to business.
As for the MRI, my brain is fine, no leaking, no shifting, I seem to have good old fashioned chronic migraine. The doctor has a treatment plan, a bunch of it is old stuff from the last clinic, getting me off an old medication, Botox regularly. She feels I can probably feel good some of the time.
I was doing really well before, when my treatment was regular, so we shall see.
Sitting up is so amazing, I can’t even begin to tell you.
Why do people insist on wearing perfume to a headache clinic? Why?