Sunday, March 06, 2011
I have a mile long list but I'm gritting my teeth doing my level best not to go on a crying jag and tackle the candy stash. I figure if I get the distress off my chest I can then focus on the work I have to get done before service tomorrow.
I have a neurological disease commonly known as Migraine. I have a specific type called Hemiplegic Migraines and it makes it difficult to treat because the symptoms are similar to stroke. They have to be particularly careful with me because my little sister had a stroke in her 30's and it's a genetic nasty thing. I'm allowed a selection of treatment options.
The symptoms of an attack are depression, slurred speech, confusion, partial paralysis of extremities, and part of my face goes numb, (it feels like some wacky dentist went ape with the Novocaine), sensitivity to light, sound and smell. Of course, pain. My migraines are triggered by combination of sleep-deprivation, barometric pressure, and/or stress.
Well, we hit the jack-pot today. It rained, hailed, then snowed. I was woken by Drunk Gerbil(s) which is code for Rat. Yes, I found out there are more. I can't express to you the horror. I can't sleep. I'm too busy being ticked at the Creator of the universe for alternately exposing us to such a thing and embarrassing us by allowing such filthy creatures to roam in our home. Lastly, stress. I learned plumbing this week. I had NO desire to, but, I can now hook up all necessary plumbing for a washer and install a faucet should I ever have to again. Grrrrrrrrr. Good news, is that I now can do the 20 loads of laundry waiting for me *sigh*
Brain pain go away....
I do have a wonderful preventative medication. I'm on Topamax (anti-seizure) and under normal days it does a wonderful job of giving me back my life and helping me to function. I used to be confined to bed for 2/7 days. Moving was agony. My life was a living h3ll. When I have an attack and then have to suffer the recuperation this is how I can best describe it:
Imagine being sealed in a cold glass coffin. Your head is nailed down. You can see your family. Your family can see you. You can't touch. You can't clearly communicate. You can't take care of your loved ones. You watch them struggle and need you and you are forced to watch. Life goes on while your heart breaks. Finally you're set free, only to be returned to the torture again.
Bitter much, Snow?
In the grand scheme of things, this pales in comparison to just last year. However, this is my journal and I am choosing to lament. My nurse practitioner quit and I am trying to get a NP or Doctor for the fam again. It took 9 months last year. I hope that I can get this script refilled at the Walk-In on Monday, she left me high and dry.