If you don’t want to hear me piss and moan about my headache, go ahead and take off now. I’m over the 3 week mark with this migraine, and while I’ve been doing pretty well with the optomism, a girl has her limits. For those who read my blog but don’t have access to my Facebook, the status is this: all symptoms remain, MRI and bloodwork scheduled for Friday. Neurologist is thinking it’s either something viral or possibly meningitis. If MRI is inconclusive, I will need a spinal tap.
Plus side: I have an excuse to go to bed early, half-watch copious amounts of the lowest form of Crime Drama (I’m plowing through Numbers as I crash currently), and sleep about 10-12 hours/day when the option allows.
Negative: My appetite has 2 phases: Nausea or FREAKINGFEEDMENOW. I either want to get sick, feel like if I eat something bland like Rice Chex I’ll feel better, or want to eat all the things. Granted, the nausea at least keeps things interesting, since normally I’m either super hungry or kinda hungry. The fact that I can’t seem to work out without feeling like I’m about to blow a blood vessel in my forehead does NOT make me feel good about the upswings in appetite.
I don’t even know what this means: it’s doubtful I will usher in 2015 awake. Jeff and I are going to a friend’s party tomorrow night, but we’re already not expecting to see midnight there. Whether we retain our yearly tradition of stopping at our favorite watering hole for a token NYE drink before scurrying home, or just hop in bed and likely receive my New Year’s Kiss from Duncan is yet to be seen. It’s been a long time since I’ve been asleep when the New Year rang in, but I’m not really sad about the possibility that I’ll miss it.
The Neurologist did give me some new meds today. It’s an old school antihistamine that has a side effect of reducing headache. In perusing the literature provided by my pharmacy, it turns out that the side effects are literally every other symptom I’m experiencing: dizziness, nausea, reduced appetite, vision issues, fatigue. So I may have a slightly smaller throb in my temples, but likely I’ll either faint or be otherwise too unconscious to enjoy it. Whee.
I will make a ploy for the “Husband of the Year” award for Jeff, though. I would probably have stopped with one doctor visit and convinced myself that this is all in my head without him. He came to my Neuro appt today and will be going along for my MRI. He brings me my pills, encourages me to sit on my butt, and reminds me that my plan to go to the gym is probably not the best idea. I’m pretty sure without him, I’d have blown a vessel on the cardio suite floor and probably wouldn’t be alive to type this. Thanks, Jeff, for all you’re doing to make sure my brain doesn’t explode. But, if we have to enact Operation: Terminal, there’s nobody I’d rather spend my last days crossing Europe with.