In other news ...
So an interesting thing happened while I was sick - I stopped eating. And I don't know if my stomach shrunk or if my body just adjusted to it, but I've continued the trend ever since. I just flat out haven't been hungry. I counted my calories for Wednesday, I think, and I was round about 400ish, including soda. I've lost about seven pounds since getting sick and it might even be more than that. I haven't checked lately and I still haven't really been eating. Some of it was lack of hunger, some of it a few days of nausea. It's a very odd place to be, though, as I am typically one who needs to eat a minimum of twice a day in order to not feel like complete shit.
Which probably explains the migraines? I've had a couple lately, one that was really horrendous and another that might've been a drug hang over from the one before it. Woke at like six am with the pain, and that's NEVER a good sign for me. Morning migraines are my bane. They always hunch me over in pain and they always last a significant amount of time longer than usual, partly due to the fact that meds tend to not work on them. So I took a Imitrex and then I took a Zomig and THEN I took a fucking Percocet - Was gearing up to inject myself, but right about the time my dad and I figured out how to use the injection I could feel relief settling in. (Thank God, I want to keep those around for as long as I can.) That's ... a lot of migraines in a row that have been that severe. I know there've been contributing factors (sick, period, birth control fuck up, not eating) but it still concerns me.
(Side note - Percocet does not fuck around. I was fucking floating for the rest of the day, after I'd woken up from sleeping some of the pills off. HOLY SHIT.)
That being said, thank God for my father. I feel so bad, but he's always about to go to work when I get these and just waits on me hand and foot to try and help me deal with/get through the pain. He's just so wonderfully supportive. Shaun, to his credit, has been pretty amazing himself - holding my hand, putting pressure on my head, comforting me. Especially with the one I had to go to Urgent Care for, he was so sweet and very much keeping me from panicking - well, at least moderating it. But it would take an act of God to wake him when I get up early sick and I just don't wanna wake him as my dad is already up and can help me. But I know he then spends the entirety of his day worrying about it - he's actually told me, previously, that he's been glad to be unaware of bad migraines because he'd spend the entire day dwelling on it. You guys, my dad is fucking awesome.
Anyway, gonna try and get some more calories in me to see if that helps. Though I'm sure there will be plenty of calorie consumption this weekend.
TOMORROW!!!
Which probably explains the migraines? I've had a couple lately, one that was really horrendous and another that might've been a drug hang over from the one before it. Woke at like six am with the pain, and that's NEVER a good sign for me. Morning migraines are my bane. They always hunch me over in pain and they always last a significant amount of time longer than usual, partly due to the fact that meds tend to not work on them. So I took a Imitrex and then I took a Zomig and THEN I took a fucking Percocet - Was gearing up to inject myself, but right about the time my dad and I figured out how to use the injection I could feel relief settling in. (Thank God, I want to keep those around for as long as I can.) That's ... a lot of migraines in a row that have been that severe. I know there've been contributing factors (sick, period, birth control fuck up, not eating) but it still concerns me.
(Side note - Percocet does not fuck around. I was fucking floating for the rest of the day, after I'd woken up from sleeping some of the pills off. HOLY SHIT.)
That being said, thank God for my father. I feel so bad, but he's always about to go to work when I get these and just waits on me hand and foot to try and help me deal with/get through the pain. He's just so wonderfully supportive. Shaun, to his credit, has been pretty amazing himself - holding my hand, putting pressure on my head, comforting me. Especially with the one I had to go to Urgent Care for, he was so sweet and very much keeping me from panicking - well, at least moderating it. But it would take an act of God to wake him when I get up early sick and I just don't wanna wake him as my dad is already up and can help me. But I know he then spends the entirety of his day worrying about it - he's actually told me, previously, that he's been glad to be unaware of bad migraines because he'd spend the entire day dwelling on it. You guys, my dad is fucking awesome.
Anyway, gonna try and get some more calories in me to see if that helps. Though I'm sure there will be plenty of calorie consumption this weekend.
TOMORROW!!!