Last Thursday, despite the best efforts of my neurologist and my ongoing medication regime, the ol' Migraine Monster reared up. I was able to ignore it for Thursday by, well, IGNORING it. Friday seemed to be the day for migraines, however, since one of my employees called in sick with one and another came to work with one, and then I ended up taking an Imitrex to stave off the MM from the portals of my upper appendage as well.
Then came Saturday.
Third time being the proverbial charm and all, the MM tried once again to spew his venom. He caught me mid-car ride to my part-time job, so I swallowed an Imitrex dry and hoped for the best. That was about 1 p.m.
By 2 p.m. I knew I was a goner. Luckily, I had The Girl with me to drive. She wanted to get her eyebrows done at the place just up from the theater where I had to work. We left the theater, went to get her brows waxed, and got home in time for me to lose my scrumptious lunch to the nausea that accompanies these wonderful bouts with the MM. I went to bed with a heating pad on my head and tried to sleep the night through, missing both my nephew's and my mother-in-law's birthday celebrations.
When I woke up this morning and the MM was still alive and well, I knew something had to be done. Not only was I still pukesome, but my cabesa hurt like gangbusters. The MM had moved from the right to the left eyeball, and seemed to delight in jabbing something akin to a red-hot screwdriver through my eye.
We know nothing if not how to party here at Casa de Singer.
So as soon as the Hubster got home from work, it was off to Urgent Care. Oh yes, I could've called the neurologist and given him the story of my woes, but then he would just suggest a short stay in the hospital so they could pump me full of drugs other than painkillers, and it would end up costing an arm and a leg.
So I went for the quick and easy out.
The doc took one look at me and immediately turned off the lights in the exam room. Now, some people might have been offended at that, being as it could be he just couldn't stand the sight of me, but I prefer to think of it as kindness on his part. Because when the MM has hold of your eyeball(s), the last thing you want to see is any kind of light.
And so I got not one, but two shots. One for the pukiness, and one for the pain. And I had unholey underwear on this time, which made it all the better. You can't say I don't learn from my mistakes!
The MM is quieted now, but still lurking in the shadows, kind of like Satan does. They're a lot alike, those two. Satan also comes out to attack the weak spots in me. He prefers the darkness of my soul, rather than the light where his evil deeds can be seen. He causes pain and wreaks havoc whenever and wherever he can. But when the Great Physician appears, he's quick to run and hide!
Are there Monsters in your life as well? Let 'em know who's boss...the One and Only Lord of Hosts!
The Great Physician
The great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to cheer,
Oh! hear the voice of Jesus.
Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest Name on mortal tongue;
Sweetest carol ever sung, Jesus, blessèd Jesus.
“It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.” Matthew 9:12
4 comments:
Don't know if this will be helpful but I have had debilitating migraines with great frequency for many years. Also have fibromyalgia. The headaches often seem to originate from my neck so I started having prolotherapy treatments on my neck. The frequecy of headaches is way down but the severity is way way down. The first thing I have ever found that has really helped.
What a big fat bummer! Man, am I grateful that I don't suffer from those horrible things. You have my total sympathy.
Hope you're feeling better today. And I can't leave without telling you how super I think it is that you managed to see the doc this time with nice underwear on. There is hope for you yet. :-)
It takes a special lady to turn a horrific migraine into a mini-sermon. :-)
Oooouuuucccccchhhhhh! I hurt with you at the thought of it. There will be no migraines in heaven! I trust you're better by now...
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