Regarding my Noggin
So, remember last week when I casually mentioned I was seeing my doctor about these nagging, stabby headaches I've been having?
Yeah.
Here's how it went down, from that simple doctor's visit on Thursday all the way until 2am Saturday morning.
Thursday:
Went to my regular doctor. She said that, despite my family’s history of migraines and neuralgia, she thought it was a tension headache. Told me to take prescribed muscle relaxers, four Advil and go to bed. She was sure the headache would be broken by the morning.
It wasn’t.
Friday:
Called doctor again. Was told to come in and pick up migraine meds to try (despite the fact the headache wasn't presenting like a migraine). She was sure one pill would break the headache, but if it didn’t to take the second one two hours later.
Second pill in, I was still in pain.
Esposo started panicking.
I called the doctor’s office THREE TIMES to say, “FYI, every drug you’ve given me - all of which have made me feel like a drunk zombie - have failed to touch this stabbing headache. WTF should I do now???”
Hours go by and no one called me back.
Esposo canceled our hotel reservations for the wedding (which means I STILL HAVEN'T WORN THOSE SHOES). He then called my Sensational Sister to baby-sit.
And then he drove me to the ER.
I spazzed-out and cried in the car because now I was convinced I was going to have an aneurism and die.
I got to the ER at 8pm. I got into a bed at 11pm. Eventually I was allowed to leave at 1:30am.
During this time I was given an IV drip for a migraine med despite the fact I told Doctor Handsome-yet-Douchey that migraine meds didn’t work previously. He bullied me into it regardless. I received a ginormous bruise for my trouble.
I got my head scanned in a machine that sounded like a cross between RS-D2 and a dishwasher. Luckily, all is normal inside the ole brain.
When all was said and done, Doctor Handsome-yet-Douchey announced: “I think you may have neuralgia,” like he’d just cured freaking cancer. Never mind fact that’s exactly what I told him I thought it was two hours ago.
He then said (condescendingly): “Now, I know you don’t like needles, but I’d like to give you a nerve block right at the base of your skull.”
I said: “Or?...”
He said: “This shot would be the most effective.” (Just as effective as his previous ineffectual IV, I imagine.)
I said: “OR??...”
He sighs, disappointed, and said: “Or I could just give you Vicodin.”
I told him that would do nicely.
He then gave me a print-out about neuralgia including a few neurologists I should call.
Saturday:
I got home at 2am, relieving my poor exhausted sister. I pass out and sleep until almost 9am. And wake up with the same damn headache (but less intense).
So there you have it. I still have a stabby headache today (and it's now moved to my ear, a la a sinus infection), but at least I am no longer zonked-out on drugs that don’t work.
What the hell, guys! I feel like I hit 36 and immediately began to break down. The warrantee, she has expired.
Yeah.
Here's how it went down, from that simple doctor's visit on Thursday all the way until 2am Saturday morning.
Thursday:
Went to my regular doctor. She said that, despite my family’s history of migraines and neuralgia, she thought it was a tension headache. Told me to take prescribed muscle relaxers, four Advil and go to bed. She was sure the headache would be broken by the morning.
It wasn’t.
Friday:
Called doctor again. Was told to come in and pick up migraine meds to try (despite the fact the headache wasn't presenting like a migraine). She was sure one pill would break the headache, but if it didn’t to take the second one two hours later.
Second pill in, I was still in pain.
Esposo started panicking.
I called the doctor’s office THREE TIMES to say, “FYI, every drug you’ve given me - all of which have made me feel like a drunk zombie - have failed to touch this stabbing headache. WTF should I do now???”
Hours go by and no one called me back.
Esposo canceled our hotel reservations for the wedding (which means I STILL HAVEN'T WORN THOSE SHOES). He then called my Sensational Sister to baby-sit.
And then he drove me to the ER.
I spazzed-out and cried in the car because now I was convinced I was going to have an aneurism and die.
I got to the ER at 8pm. I got into a bed at 11pm. Eventually I was allowed to leave at 1:30am.
During this time I was given an IV drip for a migraine med despite the fact I told Doctor Handsome-yet-Douchey that migraine meds didn’t work previously. He bullied me into it regardless. I received a ginormous bruise for my trouble.
I got my head scanned in a machine that sounded like a cross between RS-D2 and a dishwasher. Luckily, all is normal inside the ole brain.
When all was said and done, Doctor Handsome-yet-Douchey announced: “I think you may have neuralgia,” like he’d just cured freaking cancer. Never mind fact that’s exactly what I told him I thought it was two hours ago.
He then said (condescendingly): “Now, I know you don’t like needles, but I’d like to give you a nerve block right at the base of your skull.”
I said: “Or?...”
He said: “This shot would be the most effective.” (Just as effective as his previous ineffectual IV, I imagine.)
I said: “OR??...”
He sighs, disappointed, and said: “Or I could just give you Vicodin.”
I told him that would do nicely.
He then gave me a print-out about neuralgia including a few neurologists I should call.
Saturday:
I got home at 2am, relieving my poor exhausted sister. I pass out and sleep until almost 9am. And wake up with the same damn headache (but less intense).
So there you have it. I still have a stabby headache today (and it's now moved to my ear, a la a sinus infection), but at least I am no longer zonked-out on drugs that don’t work.
What the hell, guys! I feel like I hit 36 and immediately began to break down. The warrantee, she has expired.