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Day 9 Monday UGH

Monday ugh, could not get out of bed today.  I literally spent all day yesterday sleeping in bed or on the couch.  Woke up officially at 1PM and had a small breakfast then straight to the couch.  Turned on the TV to watch soulless football.  Every time I would look up to see a play it was a different quarter.  I figured out that this was just not going to be one of those awake days.


I had the Kill Headache all day Saturday.  Once those are on board there is nothing to do but suffer silently.  I've basically had them since childhood but this one has been a doozy.  It started in June and I had a few bad weeks of level 6 or higher every day.  The past month, 2 months it has been slowly stirring the pot at level 1 or 2.  Those I can deal with.  Saturday was an 8/9 and I felt desperate to abate the pain.  I've been to the dr's, been to the ER, seen a neurologist and nothing has changed.  They're not migraines, not cluster headaches or even sinus headaches.  My latest neurologist is convinced it is tension and I need to gather my psycho-social team together and get it fixed.  I do grind my jaw and if I put a piece of charcoal between my molars I could have a nice diamond for your girlfriend by evening.  But after only reading the MRI report did he come to this conclusion.  He didn't look at the MRI, only read the radiologist's report.  What he did next is what I'm so used to, prescribed medication to treat the symptoms.  Nothing to treat the reason.  Why I have that same practice for psychiatry, do I have to have it for physical too?

Living in that mentality for so long my first impulse is to grab a pill for anything.  Better living through chemistry, right?  Saturday night, I grabbed a few pills.  Several of those grenade sized Ibuprofens, the muscle relaxants that the doc prescribed and an Ativan for the relaxing part of the mix.  Yeah he prescribed 2 a night so I'm pretty sure I grabbed 4 Saturday.  The pain also affects my common sense.  Winnow was over studying so I was safe at home.  It did work.  I didn't feel any headache symptoms for the rest of the night.  I also don't remember that much of the rest of that night.  I don't know what to do.

So Sunday's sleep fest was recovering from everything.  I didn't have a headache.  Like coming to after a battle and seeing dead bodies laying everywhere but no nicks on me so everything must be great!  I'd like to find a less dramatic way to alleviate this pain.  It's back today so it was only while "under" the med blanket that the pain was diverted.  It's an ascending 6 today.  That's why I couldn't get out of bed.  I just wanted to sleep while I still could and hope to beat it that way.

1.  I'm grateful that I have such a cozy bed to sleep in.
2.  I'm grateful for the reception I received after chairing Saturday's meeting.
3.  I'm grateful I bought a Ukelele and my sister and I are going to learn how to play.

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  1. Tanya KristineDecember 22, 2014 at 3:32 PM

    you should also be grateful that i skunked my phone cribbage too.

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