Hey Mr Migraine, Take a Hike!
I am usually able to suffer through almost anything, I mean, I did birth 2 children and I have a husband, that has to count for something right?! Well this week started off with the most intolerable migraine I’ve ever had. I know I probably say that every time, but this time I was seeing spots. It felt like there was a 5″ switchblade sticking out of the side of my head. For the record, I have no idea what that really feels like, but I am SURE it feels like this headache did. I wanted to crawl into the fetal position and cry, except that crying made noise, and noise made it worse. The sound of swallowing a pill was far too much. I have a prescription medication that I take for migraines, so even though I didn’t want to hear the noise of me swallowing, I took one. A few hours later another, a few hours later yet another. My DR told me I could repeat this up to three times so I really thought nothing of it. However, it just so happens that the nurse from the DR’s office called me to give me some test results shortly after taking the 3rd one. As I heard my blackberry vibrating on the night stand, oh yeah it’s 1:00pm and I am still not out of bed yet, I cringed. WHO in the world would call someone with a migraine? I mean I updated my facebook and twitter and you are still calling me? Seriously? Who is the asshole on the other end? I reach over, can’t look at the caller ID because the light of the phone drives me insane (more then I already am) when I have a migraine, so I fumble with buttons until I hear
“Hello, Bobbie?”
“Yes…..”
“This is Jane, the nurse at the DR’s office. I am calling with your test results.”
“Can you call back tomorrow?”
“Ah. Sure?”
“Thank you.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Well I’ve had a migraine since 2am yesterday and I think I am dying. I’ve taken my RX three times now.”
“OH DEAR! YOU CAN’T TAKE IT THAT MUCH.”
“First, DR said I could. Second, if you scream like that again I will disconnect you.”
“I’m sorry. I am going to check with the DR. I will call you right back.”
“Okay. Bye”
“Bye.”
Then she had me scared so I braved the screen of my blackberry rather then the laptop and looked up the RX online. Managing through all the click here and click there’s I found a little information on the medicine and I (and the DR) was right. I was within the “safe” amount. So I set the phone on the night stand rolled over and again, was trying to cry, except that hurt. The pillow hurt, who the hell replaced my pillows with cement? Honestly?! Who is out to get me? I dose off. Suddenly I hear the vibration of my blackberry on the night stand. This person, why this person is going to get it.
“HELLO.” (son of a nickel that hurt my head more then I can imagine)
“Bobbie, this is Jane calling back.”
“Yes.”
“DR doesn’t want you to take anymore of the RX, he’s calling you in Tylenol #3 and would like you to use them.”
“Um okay.”
“You need to take no more of the RX for 24 hours. Do you understand?”
“I have a migraine, I am not retarded. Yes I understand.”
“What pharmacy do you use?”
“Walgreens on Mason.”
“Okay I will send this over now.”
“Thank you. Bye.”
So let me get this straight… now I get to be out of it and still have a headache? Maybe I will catch a buzz or something for a minute or so and be happy, for just a second! I text hubby to get the medicine on his way home. Then toss my blackberry across the room. I can’t bear that vibration noise or one more phone call. Hubby picks up the RX on his way home from the gym. He gets home, I dose up and sleep the rest of the day. I woke up today with a MILD headache, but it felt the like switchblade was gone. So that was a good thing. I took some more Tylenol #3 and napped until 10:30am. Headache gone. So long Mr Migraine. Don’t come back! I mean it, your not welcome here anymore. Seriously!
Now to call Jane, apologize and also find out exactly how I should handle this in the future. Oh and I already apologized to my beloved blackberry for throwing her across the room, she’s forgiven me. We’ve kissed and made up and all is well in the land of Berry.
I’ve always been a person that I believe always does my best and tries my hardest. Life is difficult for people that have chronic illnesses. I know because I am in the middle of being diagnosed with one. At a young age I was diagnosed with a heart murmur and have always had to go to doctor’s yearly to make sure it wasn’t getting worse and to have it monitored. It has never caused me any problems and there for they do not correct these.
