The past two days have been a relentless, hellacious, never-ending blur of suffering.
Things were fine yesterday morning. I went to work, then to class, and returned to work feeling fine. By 11 I had a raging headache, but not so terrible that I was unable to work. My noon I was grinding my teeth, squinting my eyes and praying it was just a bad headache.
No such luck. By 12:15 the tunnel vision and vomiting started, I accepted it was a complex migraine and switched off the lights at work. Goose brought me my migraine meds and some sunglasses around 1, and I limped through the rest of the day in the dark. With my sunglasses on. With a shirt over my computer monitor (since it is apparently impossible to turn down the screen brightness on my work computer). And in total silence.
Poor R tried to ask me if I was okay and all I could say was "Shut up. I'm not mad at you, but you need to shut up."
There was a while there in the middle where I really thought I would have to go to the ER right then and be unable to finish my shift. I have had exactly one seizure in my life, and it was migraine related. I really believed I was about to have another. As a precaution I wrote down a brief medical history related to my migraines, what meds I was taking for my head and my (still terrible) ear infection, symptoms, who needed to be called and what to do in case something went wrong and gave it to R. He panicked a little, but realized I couldn't listen to or answer his questions and shifted into helping mode.
He was a saint. Didn't complain about having to work in the dark, and helped me with all my deliveries. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there to help out.
I called out today because I couldn't function this morning (between the pain and the meds), but feel bad that I left R there having to pick up the slack.
It's been at least two years since I had a migraine serious enough to merit a trip to the ER and I forgot exactly how miserable that experience is. Today I have better meds, but had 3 exams to take. Two were online, the third I suffered through. I still can't see well out of my left eye, but think I did okay anyway. I'm too close to the end now to start missing things.
How I haven't died in a fit of nausea and head pounding agony I don't know. But I'm still here.
Tomorrow I have to go back to work so hopefully I'll be feeling better.
I'll post songs for the days I've missed when I'm feeling better. Right now I'm just not up to it.
I hope things are better in your world right now. I miss you terribly. More so than usual since I'm in pain and feeling particularly pathetic.
All my love.
That really sucks, sorry about all that. If it's any help, the Chandler ER is really good, and there's this urgent care that's always empty somewhere over there (don't remember what it was though), however the doctor I saw there on once emergency told me he might not make it through the day because he was dying or something, it was really odd.
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