In the Words of the Kindergarten Cop
It’s been an… interesting…week.
- Three visits to the clinic.
- Six hours in the ER.
- Six shots (one IV).
- One CAT Scan. One MRI. Two neurologists.
- And, a headache that just wouldn’t quit.
I don’t have a history of headaches, or migraines. Just little ones that go away with a little ibuprofen or tylenol. But this one wouldn’t. It wouldn’t go away, or at least, it wouldn’t stay gone. I was given all kinds of big drugs, but to everyone’s bafflement, it wouldn’t go away. Eight whole days.
I was so. tired. of hurting.
And thus, I spent the last three days being subjected to all manner of scary tests and exams. In the middle of all of this mayhem, I looked over at Gabe, my support, my woobie, and told him that I was scared to have the brain scan. “What will they find in there?!” I asked, rhetorically.
His reply? “I’m looking forward to finding out. I’ve been wondering for the last 14 years.”
Always The Gabe.
But the good news is, in the words of Arnold Schwarzenegger…
Turns out I DO have a history of migraines – three to be exact, but three is enough. Funny thing – all that stuff I was taking for little headaches was the cause of my headaches. A little thing called the rebound effect. Caffeine, which is so often touted for it’s efficacy against headache? Poison! Huge rebound effect. Excedrin? As my neurologist put it: “It’s the crack cocaine of analgesics. The first one’s free, the rest you pay.”
Now I’m on a restricted diet and 30 days of migraine meds to get it all under control. And by restricted, I mean, boring and lifeless. No chocolate. No cheese. No wine. No nuts.
As Uncle Dr. Bob put it so aptly:
I know! Seriously! But it is rather nice to not be in pain anymore. So I guess I’ll survive.