Pain
having been off work for the past week has given me some time to think about pain, given that it has been the sole reason I have been off work.
It truly is quite amazing, I think. It really lets you know that you are alive. The downside to this is that while knowing you are alive you spend most of your time wishing you weren't.
So I have had a "bit" of a headache since saturday. Those of you who know about my head and my body's lack of holding itself together properly might think that this is nothing worth writing about. However it does get a bit more interesting. Here is what I can remember of the week so far:
SATURDAY: Woke up feeling like I had a hangover, nothing strange there I hear you all say, except for the fact that I had literally had nothing to drink the WEEK before. So methinks it was dehydration. I proceeded to consume somewhere along the lines of 10 litres of water throughout the day. Ate many "tic tacs". Went to bed in agony.
SUNDAY: Woke up in agony again. Went to the doctors, was told it may be an "infection in the lining of my brain.. or tension headaches" they should go away.
MONDAY: Still in agony. Had many cold showers, as that is meant to be good to reduce swelling (not sure about in the brain). Went to the doctors again and was told I might just need "more time"
TUESDAY: Thinking it could be something wrong with my back/neck, went to the chiro. She was very nice and proceeded to put my back into place. Walked out of the rooms feeling great.
WEDNESDAY: Pain reached level 10.Went to the doctors again, and was rushed off to get a CT scan of my brain.All I can say about this is that contrast die tastes like my mothers cooking - I vomited. Scans showed nothing, other than my brain, which was fine apparently. Doctor gave up, told me to have more time and if it doesn't go away, go to the hospital.
THURSDAY: Woke up feeling not to bad. Had a shower, still not too bad. Watched some telly and got hit by a metaphorical cement mixer. Went to the hospital. This is where it was kind of interesting. The doctor assigned to me, Dr. Power (no shit) was quite cool. And Irish. And like to try and comb his hair over to one side. At this point I started to worry. My doctor was Bernard L. Black. After 8 hours in the hospital, being told I was Tachycardic and hot (aww yeah) they took some bloods, cultures (Not sure where they found them), urine, chest x-ray and then gave up. He told me I'm not about to die, hopefully (yes he actually said that) and sent me on my way, telling me to have more(???) painkillers - but not for too long as they may bugger up my guts.
FRIDAY: Felt OK in the morning. Watched some more telly, head exploded all over the side of Cameron's head. So now I am going to follow the doctor's orders and have MORE PAINKILLERS!!!!
It truly is quite amazing, I think. It really lets you know that you are alive. The downside to this is that while knowing you are alive you spend most of your time wishing you weren't.
So I have had a "bit" of a headache since saturday. Those of you who know about my head and my body's lack of holding itself together properly might think that this is nothing worth writing about. However it does get a bit more interesting. Here is what I can remember of the week so far:
SATURDAY: Woke up feeling like I had a hangover, nothing strange there I hear you all say, except for the fact that I had literally had nothing to drink the WEEK before. So methinks it was dehydration. I proceeded to consume somewhere along the lines of 10 litres of water throughout the day. Ate many "tic tacs". Went to bed in agony.
SUNDAY: Woke up in agony again. Went to the doctors, was told it may be an "infection in the lining of my brain.. or tension headaches" they should go away.
MONDAY: Still in agony. Had many cold showers, as that is meant to be good to reduce swelling (not sure about in the brain). Went to the doctors again and was told I might just need "more time"
TUESDAY: Thinking it could be something wrong with my back/neck, went to the chiro. She was very nice and proceeded to put my back into place. Walked out of the rooms feeling great.
WEDNESDAY: Pain reached level 10.Went to the doctors again, and was rushed off to get a CT scan of my brain.All I can say about this is that contrast die tastes like my mothers cooking - I vomited. Scans showed nothing, other than my brain, which was fine apparently. Doctor gave up, told me to have more time and if it doesn't go away, go to the hospital.
THURSDAY: Woke up feeling not to bad. Had a shower, still not too bad. Watched some telly and got hit by a metaphorical cement mixer. Went to the hospital. This is where it was kind of interesting. The doctor assigned to me, Dr. Power (no shit) was quite cool. And Irish. And like to try and comb his hair over to one side. At this point I started to worry. My doctor was Bernard L. Black. After 8 hours in the hospital, being told I was Tachycardic and hot (aww yeah) they took some bloods, cultures (Not sure where they found them), urine, chest x-ray and then gave up. He told me I'm not about to die, hopefully (yes he actually said that) and sent me on my way, telling me to have more(???) painkillers - but not for too long as they may bugger up my guts.
FRIDAY: Felt OK in the morning. Watched some more telly, head exploded all over the side of Cameron's head. So now I am going to follow the doctor's orders and have MORE PAINKILLERS!!!!