But Friday was the mother of all migraines.
It hit about the same time my alarm went off for work. I quickly took my prescription medication to head it off….which didn’t even touch the pain.
Within 30 minutes I was extremely nauseous and puking…which made the pain worse. Sounds, light, touch…everything caused the pain to worsen. DIY Guy will tell you that I have a very high pain threshold. Seriously…I do. I gave birth to all three of our kids without a drop of medication for pain.
This migraine was pain I could not endure and told DIY Guy I needed to go to the hospital or the doctor. He was right on it….and called our doctor who got me in to the first appointment…which they said would get me treated faster than ER. I have to agree too….it was fast.
DIY Guy knew I was pretty sick. There were a few things that gave that away…
1. He had to dress me.
2. I didn’t care what I was wearing.
3. I didn’t brush my hair — though he suggested I might do so….but there was no hope for this hair that had been tugged on and messed with to the point it was sticking out all over and straight up in the air.
4. I didn’t put make up on.
5. I went out in public looking like a freak — and practically crawled into the waiting room where I immediately laid on the first horizontal spot I saw.
6. When I got in the exam room — laid down…..didn’t want DIY Guy to touch me …couldn’t open my eyes.
Why was everyone yelling at me anyway? Oh, they weren’t — the doctor assured me.
With the lights out in the exam room the doctor confirmed it was a bad migraine and sent the nurse in to give me two shots.
One was a sedative — can’t remember what.
The other was Tortol — which I’ve had before for migraines.
When DIY Guy told the kids I’d got a shot — they wondered where a person gets a shot for a migraine…imagining in the temple or head. I could have cared less if they were giving it to me in my eyeballs! But they go near your spine….and are such a welcome dose of medication.
