Updates?

Bullet-points, for brevity:

  • In a long-term disability dispute and currently without benefits
  • Not going to Jefferson for the time being because I don’t know what more benefit I can get out of it right now
  • Pain levels have been 8-10 for the past 6 months, more? Maybe…
  • Coping with meditation, Art Therapy (at reduced rates), forcing myself to be social, ukulele-ing, art, relaxation, self-hypnosis, doling out pain medication (still no more than 10 times a month) and sheer force of will
  • Suicidal thoughts are fleeting, meltdowns are prominent
  • Familial relationships and atmosphere is gloomy at best. I fear for my husband’s emotional fortitude. My son is… doing his best.
  • We are all doing our best

New Year’s Go Fund Me Update

Happy New Year!

My husband will be driving me up to Philadelphia next month for my check-up with the Jefferson Headache Center. This will be a not-so-fun 11-12 hour round trip, including my appointment. I see my local neurologist later in the month.

For now, we’re still holding off on the Neurofeedback therapy. I ceased the treatment because we had gotten to the beginning of a new protocol that leads to more expensive sessions at the same frequency. While I initially believed the Biofeedback treatment I was receiving helped with nausea, I think that it has been the Botox all along. This is a good thing. My nausea frequency is down.

I’ve been living in the 7-10 pain range for the past few months. I’m not looking forward to the prospect that JHC is going to want to do inpatient treatment, given the short-term duration of the results. My goal is to ask for a medication switch-up either with dosages or actual type of chemicals.

I hope everyone had very happy holidays! Here’s hoping 2015 is a good head year.

-My Brain Hates Me

Help My Brain Hate Me Less!

Jefferson Headache Center Follow-Up

This past Thursday, we made the 12 hour round trip to Philadelphia so I could see the nurse practitioner for my post-hospitalization follow-up appointment. The general agreement was that I have improved since hospitalization. Nurse C. is keeping me on the muscle relaxers to help with sleep and I have to go back to Philly in October.

In the meantime, I am seeing Dr. H., my neurologist here in Richmond, next Thursday and I’m supposed to ask about increasing my Topamax and continuing my Clonazepam.

I had to inject myself with DHE on Friday. I’m not thrilled about it, but it’s effective. I had another LENS therapy treatment before I went to Philadelphia and it was less sickening than the first, but I don’t believe it has helped me in any way.

I feel meh. Meh. At least they aren’t sticking me back into the hospital right now. THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT.

Oh, Hi. Remember Me? BRIEF BUT IMPORTANT UPDATE (HEADACHE CENTER INCLUDED!)

Let me start by saying, I’ve been in a really bad place.

Allow me to continue by saying that I am still in that bad place, but I have some better tools to deal with where I am so I am now ready to be more open with all of you about what’s been going on in my world. It might take me a bit to get caught up. I’m going to copy some information from my Status Migrainosus & Refractory/Chronic Pain page to briefly update you right now, and then I will discuss some things in more detail in later posts as I feel up to it.

I want to get this off my chest. I feel very ashamed of my condition and the fact that I don’t know how to explain it to people and the “why me” feelings and the fact that I don’t know what to do when I’m not in pain and I don’t know what to do when I’m in pain. I just don’t know what to do. I am at a very big transitional stage of my life. I am on the verge of something. It feels important. I should not feel ashamed of that. One of the pieces of the important feeling is that I am trying to become a better advocate for neurodiversity and for chronic pain sufferers. These are two areas of my life that I am not very open about except on an anonymous blog and with close friends and family. That in and of its self makes me feel ashamed. I am working towards changing that but I don’t know that I am ready to take that step just yet.

I don’t know that my experience is important enough or helpful enough to share, but I’m sharing it because I got the right help early enough because I read all of these horror stories online. I read about people living for years with headache pain and migraine pain and nausea. People losing their entire lives. I thought, “Crap, that won’t be me. No way. There has to be something that will help me.”

Here I am, nearly two years later, getting the best help there is, and still living with this pain, and all I can say is a big, fat THANK YOU to all of the people out there who are suffering and take the time to share their stories with us. I wouldn’t have thought it could get worse. I wouldn’t have known it was okay to look for better doctors. I wouldn’t have done as much research. I wouldn’t have started this blog. I wouldn’t have lasted through so many painful, miserable, sleepless nights if it weren’t for you strong people out there getting through this day and the next day. If I didn’t know that you were there, I don’t know that I could be where I am right now.

At this moment I am pain free. It may be fleeting. It might last a while. I’m enjoying it while it’s here. It’s been a very difficult an dark journey to this moment. I’ve been pain free before. The pain came back. I lived through all of it. If you’re reading this and you’re in pain, whatever is going on, you are going to live though it too. We are strong. I know that we are strong because a perfect stranger told me I was strong. I’ll share that story with all of you soon. Perhaps this evening. For now, check out the update below to catch up a bit… and say hello. I’d love to hear from you. I miss you all. I promise I’ll be a better blog-personthingwhatever going forward. Deal?

UPDATE-A-RAMA

(Warning- Contents may not be very fun)

March, 2014 Update

I had another Botox treatment. I don’t believe that they are helping, but I have an appointment to see my doctor at the Jefferson Headache Center for a follow-up on the 31st. I anticipate a scheduled hospitalization thereafter so I want a fresh Botox to work alongside the therapies/medications I receive in the hospital. At this point I feel very broken and victim to the pain. I try my best to be strong for my family, but the facade I’ve kept up for so long has cracked and my HFA and the pain are playing off on another. It is as if I am a mad woman. My meltdowns are entirely out of control and I believe the Mexiletine may be at fault. Dr. H. is having me get labs done to check the level of Mexiletine in my blood so Jefferson will have it. I go Monday so I won’t be able to get my blood drawn until after I go to Philadelphia. I am not looking forward to the ride to Philly, the prospect of hospitalization. Any of it. I’m not very hope-filled right now.

Jefferson Headache Center Follow-Up (March 31) Update

Based upon my psych-screening intake forms, my doctor at the Jefferson Headache Clinic has come to the conclusion that I have been dehumanized by the extreme level of pain I’ve been in over the course of the last 19 months, especially since the turning of the year. My thoughts of suicide but indication that I would not act, my utter lack of social… anything save for few and far between activities that I carve out for myself. My lack of self-esteem… all of these things, etc etc etc.  I feel sub-human, therefore I am become sub-human. Thank goodness they understand.

His concern is that medication is exacerbating existing tendencies towards depression and anxiety so he has taken me off of Mexiletine entirely. Cold turkey. I am, as I knew, to be admitted to the Thomas Jefferson University Hospital at Methodist (as I was in late July, 2013 [see above]) where I will be tapered off of Propanolol. Propanolol also has a depression-causing side effect and causes weight-gain (thank you 20 lbs, please go away now) because it restricts involuntary muscle movement. Interesting!

I am to begin taking Butterbur, an herb used as far back as the 14th or 15th century. It has no documented negative side effects. It has been used as a migraine/headache preventative for centuries and also helps with anxiety, pain, intestinal issues, and insomnia. It can “stimulate the appetite” but I’m nauseous and lack appetite most of the time so perhaps it will encourage me to eat lunch. I take 75 mg twice a day.

May, 2014 Update

Jefferson Headache Center Hospitalization

I was hospitalized in Philadelphia on May 5th, 2014 with pain level of 8.5 on a 1-10 pain scale. I left with zero pain. On Wednesday night I was pain level 2 when I woke. The doctors decided to do a nerve block that afternoon. I received 3 injection of lidocaine and They inserted a PICC line in the early afternoon and began the following routine:

  • Constant Lidocaine .5 mg/min drip steadily increased to 4.5 mg/min over the course of the 6 days I was there with which I experienced only one abnormal dream and no hallucinations
  • Reglan at I think 2 mg/min for 20 or 30 minutes then DHE for 30 minutes both every 4 hours. The DHE dose started at .5 mg/min and increased to 1.5 or 2 by the last morning. I stopped paying attention. Not everyone can tolerate DHE, but you get to leave sooner if you can. It all depends on your heart
  • TORADOL®(ketorolac tromethamine) after the DHE. I can’t recall the dose. It ran for 20 minutes. It’s an NSAID pain medication. They will only give you 9 doses, so I only got 4 a day for 3 days. 3 days is the magic pain medication number. No more than 3 days of pain meds straight, and no more than 10 days taking pain meds a month. Otherwise if you are admitted to the Headache Center they will add an additional 3 days to your stay just to detox you from the pain medication. I haven’t been through that because I am not a happy medication taker, but I can’t imagine it’s fun. 
  • 2 initial EKGs and daily EKGs at 9 PM
  • Blood draws! Every morning at 4 freaking AM. They will turn on the brightest lights and they will just randomly stab you with needles and bruise the hell out of you
  • Heparin shots in your belly a few times a day to prevent clotting
  • Heparin and saline flushes in the PICC lines to prevent clotting
  • Jean Paul Gautier inspired boot-like pressure things that go on your legs and make you feel either claustrophobic or like a pampered, massaged, Hospital Octopus. I chose to feel like a Hospital Octopus… hooked up to ALL THE THINGS
  • Meals that smell funny, but the grits are good

I left the hospital around Noon on Sunday, May 10th, pain free… just in time for Mother’s Day.  They have added Lexapro and iron supplements and Zanaflex (Tizanidine) to my daily meds. Lexapro I have taken before for depression, and it also has a nice anti-anxiety bonus that should help my HFA-brain stop being such a worry-wort about pain. The iron is because, as usual… anemic. YAY! And the Zanaflex is another rescue medication. I take Clonazepam nightly for insomnia and it has the anti-anxiety bonus. I take Midrin for pain PRN. I take DHE in nasal spray and injectible form as a rescue at a level 8 or higher (I think that’s the number. I don’t have my treatment plan in front of me.) I take the Zanaflex when I have severe insomnia and/or severe pain. So Zanaflex is the last line of defense and it isn’t a pain killer, it’s a muscle relaxer. I’ve had one. I was out in half an hour and awake at 4 am. Unfortunately I was at home and there was no one who needed to take my blood, so I just talked my husband’s head off.

May 12th. My head is pokey. But it’s still a 0-1. It’s workable.

Nerve Block Life Block Mental Block Blocky Block

My adventures with nerve blocks:

7:30 AM Bathe and dress.

8:05 AM Drive son to school so he doesn’t scuff up his dress shoes (worn for an orchestra performance. He plays cello.)

8:48 AM Sign in at my headache specialist’s office too early for my 9:30 appointment.

8:50 AM Realize I have panicked text messages from my son saying he forgot his Santa hat for his concert. Reply with sympathy but no assistance. I am on the other side of town.

9:20 AM Cathy, my doctor’s nurse, sarcastically but pleasantly says long time no see. She calls me by my first name like all doctors and professors and bankers always will and we talk about our lack of preparation for Christmas. We never say the word Christmas. Neither of us will break the delicate politically correct film that coats every surface of the room.

9:22 AM Nurse Cathy drops the C-bomb and suddenly every other word is Christmas. My blood pressure is good. My light sensitivity is not. She gets me a pillow and turns out the light. I stare up at the tile ceiling and listen to the air circulation system blow.

9:35 AM Dr. H. comes into my darkened exam room an calls me by my middle name like every friend and loved one always will and she asks me what happened. I tell her that yesterday… was a good day. Today… not so much. She asks if I’m flying solo or if my husband is waiting. I explain that since the appointment was made on such short notice I couldn’t ask him to miss work.

9:37 AM Dr. H. asks me where the instructions are. I tell her that the Jefferson Headache Center should have faxed them the prior week, and that I had called to confirm on Monday. I tell her that the gal I talked to said that there was a 20 or so page fax from Jefferson scanned in recently. Dr. H. wanders off in search of the paperwork because it is not properly attached to my records.

9:47 AM Dr. H. returns with a stack of very illegible copies, complaining that the girl I talked to doesn’t care about anyone but herself an isn’t exactly respectful. Dr. H. says, “I wonder how she’d feel if someone in her family was trying to get a helpful procedure done at the last minute before Christmas.” I am here for a nerve block and my doctor, whom is trying to replicate some success I had at Jefferson, wants to do things just right.

9:55 AM The paperwork has all of my progress notes, but no procedural notes from Dr. M. at Jefferson. Dr. H. says she can just do the major occipital nerve block and guess. She asks me about needles and medications. I explain that it was a big needle, and that I had definite needle marks and bruises after the nerve block Dr. M. performed back at Jefferson. I recall it was the same needle for my occipital nerve and supraorbital nerve, the nerve behind my eyebrow. Dr. H. teeters indecisively then decides to call Dr. M. and try to get the details. She’s dealt with me enough to know that I’m very good at recounting names of medications and procedures and the order in which they were administered, but she wants to be sure. She leaves me in the dark examining room to make the call.

10:15 AM Nurse Cathy pokes her head into the room and offers me a cup of water. I refuse.

10:32 AM I look at my phone and wonder how my son’s concert is going.

10:37 AM Nurse Cathy again. This time she wants to give me a donut. I refuse. She tells me that Dr. H. is seeing her 10 AM patient while we wait for Dr. M. to call back. She turns off the computer in the room so it is pitch black.

11:03 AM Dr. H. pops in to offer me ice packs, apologies, and to enthusiastically tell me that they are installing dimmer switches because so many patients wear sunglasses to appointments. She says I started a trend.

11:30 AM Nurse Cathy is back. Dr. M. called back! She tells me I should go grab something to eat and come back about 12-12:15 PM when Dr. H. is on lunch and we’ll get everything taken care of. She apologizes and thanks me for my patience. I tell her it’s no problem… that I have a pillow and a dark room. I decide to drive to Starbucks and eat a little something. OOO! They have chestnut coffee now!

11:56 AM I wander back into the doctor’s office. First I totter around the waiting room in my sunglasses. There’s this cool bug thing for kids to play with that I always want to look at but am too embarrassed to look at. My theory is that near-lunchtime will be slower and the waiting room will be empty. No such luck. I walk over to the DOOR. You know the DOOR… that barrier between the waiting and the doctoring. It’s not locked or anything. I just walk through and find my examination room once more. At first I sit in the chair with the lights on. I put my headphones in and listen to acoustic Christmas music. Then I decide that I want the room dark again and I want to sit on the examining table. It’s just more comfortable.

12:24 PM Dr. H. comes in with a flustered smile on her face and claps her hands. She starts moving furniture loudly as she tells me about Dr. M. calling her cell phone directly (I’m pretty certain that Dr. M. has a weird crush on my Dr. H.) with all kinds of details and news. She says he wants to see me soon and that I should increase my Mexiletine (used in the treatment of refractory pain) dose to 600 mg daily. She says it’s good that noise doesn’t bother my head as a chair squeals across the floor. She helps me down and moves the examination table and we proceed. She says that he did use a big needle, but she is going to try a Botox needle with the bupivacaine and steroids to minimize bruising. It seems to work, and she has me on my back as she does a few injections into my eyebrow. It hurts like a mother fucker. It’s not the sting of Botox. It’s a pressure, then burn, then bigger burn, then eventual numbing that isn’t so bad… but it’s over and over until the numbing fully kicks in. She finishes with my forehead, then moves on to my left temple. It feels like she’s pouring acid into my skull. I remember all of this vaguely from Jefferson… but I remember the 3 pain-free days that happened after that nerve block more.

12 Something PM She has me come off of the exam table to sit in a chair so I can lean forward with my forehead on my forearms. Her phone makes a Tinkerbell sound and she complains that her boyfriend doesn’t understand that she is having a busy day at work. She says she told him that poor *insert my middle name here* has been waiting around all day to get needles in her face. He is having trouble deciding what to get his mother for Christmas. Dr. H. can’t fathom how that is in any way her problem. She starts injecting the back of my head many times with the bupivacaine and steroids. It doesn’t take her nearly as long to do the back of my head because she’s done this procedure many times. She says she wants me to track my progress with this so we can repeat it as necessary. She tells me I could suffer some hair loss at the injection sites.

1:04 PM Dr. H. tells me to have a Merry Christmas with no qualms and gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder. I am to see her in a month. I have received 3 times as much bupivacaine in the left side of my head, but the right side of my head is completely numb. I can still feel pain in the left side of my head, but some numbness in places. I have to keep my head down for 10 minutes so the medication doesn’t migrate.

1:15 PM Nurse Cathy comes to set me free and walk me to the check-out desk. Dr. H. catches me in the hall again and says she really hopes it helps. I tell her I hope so too.

1:24 PM A text message from my son saying they didn’t need the Santa hats after all.

 

MAPS- An Introduction

MAPS – Mourning, Acceptance, Perseverance, Soul-Searching

I’m in the hospital for treatment right now, so far there have been no miracles, but it’s only the second day. My doctors are aggressively pumping Lidocaine and other fun things into me to try to end the constant pain in my left eye. 

But that’s not what I wanted to mention.

While I’m here I am offered classes on various coping strategies for being in constant pain, and today I had a class called MAPS (see above) and a class about nutrition. Luckily, I’m on the right track with my nutrition, and happily I can tell all of the people that told me that gluten is causing my pain that there is no scientific basis for such. The MAPS class was moving, though. 

In the MAPS class, which was led by a Chaplain, I was asked questions like the following and given opportunity to write my answer on a nice piece of paper that almost looks like a certificate (I am totally paraphrasing below):

What have you lost?

Have you mourned?

What keeps you going?

How has your pain affected your relationships?

Do you have plans for the future?

I will post all of the MAP information, along with my tear-stained answers, in a much longer blog.  I was in this class with one other person and even knowing that there was one other person who knew what it was like to live with the pain I live with touched me so deeply that I feel like I can keep going. 

I don’t always feel like I can keep going. 

 

Methodist Hospital Update

Tomorrow I set off on my train trip to Philadelphia so that Thomas Jefferson University’s Methodist Hospital may fuss over me for a week. They called just now to let me know how the stay would go, and what to expect. I will meet all of the headache specialists from the Headache Center, and may wear my own clothes. I may also shower here and there, so that’s a relief. I have a ritual about bathing.

My son goes to summer camp tomorrow and I am going to migraine camp.

New Plan of Attack, Philly Style (Jefferson Headache Center) – MONSTER MIGRAINE

This past Wednesday I visited the Jefferson Headache Center at Thomas Jefferson University in Philadelphia, PA. My neurologist and headache specialist, Dr. H., had originally begun trying to get me an appointment there in January, and I was able to secure an appointment in March for July 17th (to give you an idea of the wait time.)

They mailed me a thick packet of paperwork that asked all kinds of questions about my diet, medical history, headache history, medication history, sexual and obstetric history, and sleep patterns to fill out and bring with me to the appointment. I also had to take my medical records and any test results- CT scans, MRIs, my lumbar puncture, etc.

The appointment is broken into four distinct parts so I will talk about each in succession prior to describing my diagnosis and treatment plan. I paid approximately $410 for the psychological and assessment portions of the appointment, some of which I may submit to my insurance company. My insurance company covered the medical portion, however I may have to pay a specialist copay.

The MMPI

Upon arrival and check in I was given a variety of assessment forms to fill out regarding pain, depression, and anxiety levels along with the MMPI-2 short form, which is a personality test used across the country. The MMPI is most commonly known to police force candidates, and is a 300-600 true-false questionaire that allows an MMPI-trained Psychiatrist to determine things like how much of a hypochondriac or psychopath you are. I actually completed the MMPI throughout the course of my 4 hour appointment, working on it when there was down time from meeting with people.

I was given a receipt that I may submit to my insurance company.

The Nurse Practitioner

Before meeting with anyone who determines a treatment plan or diagnosis I met with a Nurse Practitioner who took my medical history and discussed the information I provided on all of the paperwork I mentioned above.  She did helpful things like saying, “We’re probably going to have to admit you,” etc.

There’s nothing worse than being in a strange city, five hours from home, and suddenly finding out you might be put in the hospital.

Other than that she did the normal height, weight, blood pressure fun things. I have really bad white coat syndrome on top of all of my dislike of new places and situations… but my BP was within normal range. Dear Inderal, thank you.

The Psychiatrist

There was a great deal of time in between meeting with people and I was shepherded to and from the waiting room several times. Eventually the Psychiatrist called for me. I think that was my favourite part because his office was dimly lit.

The Psychiatrist had a few apparent goals. First, he needed to establish if my symptoms were at all related to depression and anxiety, or to my menstrual cycle. Second, he needed to gather statistical data about my symptoms during pregnancy and breastfeeding. And third, he needed to establish if I was using an exaggerated pain scale or abusing my pain medication.

He determined that my condition is not caused by stress or depression and not linked to my menstrual cycle. He also established that my use of pain medication is well within the “safe” zone (used under ten times per month so there is no built up resistance to pain medication or chance of rebound symptoms prolonging my condition.) He also determined that I am using the pain scale appropriately and that my pain is disabling.

He said that it was good that I’m seeing a Psychologist to help cope with what I’m going through, and we also talked about the recent loss of my mother.

The Neurologist

The neurologist that I saw, Dr. M. had actually lived in my city for a time and so he asked me about streets and areas he remembered. He didn’t make a lot of eye contact once he learned that I was autistic, and I suspect that he might be on the spectrum as well. He seemed preoccupied with touching base with my beloved Dr. H. to find out if she goes to “the meetings,” which I can only assume are headache conferences or something.

He did the usual neurological checks and I am still showing less response on the left side of my body reflex-wise. He didn’t seem overly concerned. He checked out my MRI disc and said that my brain was nice and symmetrical, and that I don’t show much scarring from my childhood seizure disorder.

As with my appointments with Dr. H., we spent most of the appointment talking at his computer while he made decisions about medications and treatments and such.

If you have any specific questions about my experience, please comment or feel free to e-mail me at brainhatesme@gmail.com.

The Diagnosis and Treatment Plan

Diagnosis:

Transformed (chronic) migraine… which is essentially intractable or status migrainosus. It’s all the same lingo for “long ass headache that hurts a lot and makes you feel super shitty all the time.”

OR

Hemicrania continua (HC)… which is “much less likely” according to Dr. M. but I am really hoping is the thing I have. HC is essentially a painful one-sided headache that can have migraine-like symptoms along with eye redness, blurred vision, etc. It just lasts forever. There is no cure.

The REASON that I hope it is HC as opposed to the more likely diagnosis is because there is one specific treatment for HC, and if the treatment works, it’s supposed to be like “a religious experience” (Dr. M.) and although I will have to take the toxic medication for the rest of my life, I won’t ever go through this again.

Fingers are crossed for HC.

Medications:

Indocin (Indomethacin) – The treatment for HC which I will be taking at a dosage that increases every three days until I have the “religious experience” or hit 200 mg a day, whichever is first.

Compazine (Prochlorperazine) – An anti-nausea medication which is supposed to also help with the pain and is more effective (so they say) than Zofran and Phenergan

Midrin – Which I already take for pain and am to continue to limit to less than 2 days a week to prevent rebound symptoms

DHE (Migranal) nasal spray –  as a rescue medication. I can take up to two kits per day for three days. This also comes in an injection I can do at home which is stronger, but if I don’t need the stronger stuff why use the stronger stuff. I have yet to pick this up from the pharmacy because it’s $150.00 with my insurance.

Topamax (50 mg daily), Inderal (80 mg daily) and Clonazepam (1 mg daily) – all medications I am currently taking.

Long-Term Treatment Plan

Admission to Methodist Hospital in Philly for 5 days to receive DHE, lidocaine and other fun things like trans-orbital and occipital nerve blocks and then see what the hell happens. 

That is, if I don’t have Hemicrania continua.

Come on HC!!!!!

Status Migrainosis

I’m getting my second Botox next week. My official diagnosis is status migrainosis. I’ve had this migraine since August 8th. At first they thought it was just severely chronic migraines, but I have zero days without pain and symptoms.

I’m getting another DHE series next week with some muscle relaxers (Robaxin?) and stuff mixed in. I have an appointment with the Jefferson Headache Clinic on July 17th.Botox causes me to have level 10 pain for about a week with added nausea. My baseline is 7ish 8ish. I always feel like someone has just punched me repeatedly in the side of the head.

Nope, Still Bitchy

This is a pretty bitchy blog entry. I just paid a huge stack of medical bills, made payment arrangements for what I couldn’t pay, and checked on bills which didn’t have insurance applied but should have had insurance applied.On the agenda for the weekend:- Today, I will be torturing the child by making him clean in preparation for his birthday party tomorrow
– Tomorrow, there will be a surplus of moody 12 and 13 year old children in my home playing video games and eating food and then some are sleeping over
– Sunday, I will be recovering from all of the noiseThis last batch of infusions reduced my pain a bit, but today I’m super dizzy and nauseous. I have more infusions again starting on the 6th, right after another Botox treatment.

The lovely Dr. H. said, “We are limited by having to be reasonable.”

“We are limited by having to be reasonable.”

That is both beautiful and tragic. I have a feeling the woman would love to just load me up with a ton of chemicals and see what happens. She feels so bad for me.

The Jefferson Clinic called. My appointment is on July 17th. I have to have a psych evaluation there in addition to meeting with the neurologist. I think my appointment is at 11:45. I don’t recall. It’s a Wednesday, I believe. I could look at a calendar. They are sending me a packet. They said the appointment will last four hours.

Golly I hope that I am “healed” well before July. I lose my job on August 6th if I am not better. I have made it half way through the bajillion pages of my long term disability application. Luckily my short term disability supplier will send their records to my long term supplier so I don’t have to go through the nightmare of trying to obtain records from my doctors again.

It’s been a rough road.

I think the worst part is that my head still hurts, and every time I get a treatment I feel like a failure if it doesn’t work. I feel like I have personally let my family down, along with everyone else. People care and ask how I am, and I immediately feel awful for not being able to tell them that I am, ” just dandy, thanks!”

I don’t feel comfortable unloading on any one person, but then I’ve never been good at talking about feelings in any rational or coherent way.

It hurts when people ask me how I am, and then seem put off by the fact that I’m not better yet. They don’t do it in any obvious way, but the conversation becomes stilted. I can converse about any number of topics. I avoid talking about my condition with friends unless they specifically ask or have been involved in this whole process in some way. So it really stinks when friends who used to text me all the time or work with me send me a message and the conversation goes like this:

FRIEND: Hey! Haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you doing? All better now?
ME: Hi there! Nah, same as I have been. But I’m hanging in there! It’s so nice to hear from you. How is that thing you were doing with that thing?
FRIEND: Oh, I thought you’d be all fixed now. Sorry you’re going through this.
ME: It’s fine. Sometimes things happen to people. Anyway, what about that thing? I’m excited to hear all about your trip to that place!
FRIEND: It must be really awful to be in all that pain. I can’t imagine. I’d be so depressed.
ME: Life is what you make of it, you know? How was your trip?
FRIEND: Well let me know if you need anything. Keep me updated on everything.
ME: No problem. So how are YOU?
FRIEND: I’m good. Really busy though. Catch up with you some other time?
ME: Sure. Take care.

Here’s the problem I have with conversations like that: obviously I’m trying to be upbeat and minimize my broken head. I am not defined by my broken head. I am not my broken head. My broken head is something that is happening to me that is awful, but it’s not my fault and I can’t make it just go away. I deal with it every day. It’s just what my life is like right now. I’m not happy about it but I had to make up my mind that crying about it every day wasn’t going to cure me any faster. So let me be positive and tell me about the good things happening with you! Please?

I am not my broken head.

Keep you updated? Okay, I will add that to my to do list. You just told me you are too busy to have a pleasant conversation with me about YOU, and yet you want me to remind myself to tell you all the bad shit that is happening with me? You just brushed me off because you aren’t comfortable talking to a sick person. That JUST happened, and you want me to update you? Really? No. No. If you want to know how I am, pick up the phone, buddy. You aren’t my immediate family or taking me to treatments or caring for my kid on the weekends or holding my hand in any way through this process, so I am not going to give you the bullet points unless you ask.

Here’s the T and nothing but the T so help me whomever- I’m miserable and worried sick and losing my mind being at home all the time without being able to do anything. I am overjoyed to receive texts, phone calls, e-mails, anything… because I don’t see people on a regular basis. When I do see people I’m so drugged out of my mind on painkillers just to be able to deal with normal things like the grocery store or, heaven forbid, a restaurant, that I don’t know what I’m saying. It literally hurts to be touched, in bright light, or in any kind of loud place. I can’t drive at night. I have to wear these huge goofy sunglasses everywhere. It is horrible. All of it. I miss people and my job.

But that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it all of the goddamned time. Does it occur to these people that maybe I need distractions? My sanity is supported by nothing but distractions. Writing? Distraction. Ukulele? Distraction. Podcasts? Distraction. Documenting my insane medical whatever? Distraction. Listening to television shows and sneaking peeks at them when the sound just doesn’t tell me what’s going on? Distraction.

Blah. I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. I have to find something to eat that I don’t mind possibly throwing up in half an hour and then try to rest a bit before I start ordering the boychild about.

Gouge Me With a Spoon

Day 2 of DHE infusion… I have to drive myself to the hospital this morning. This should be amusing. First I have to figure out bathing with this stupid IV. Of course it’s in my right arm and I’m right handed. It messes up my entire routine and I’m very, very stressed out. I think I would rather just get stuck again tomorrow than have to keep this thing in my arm another day.

First they give me Benadryl and Reglan, then I wait for 20 minutes and they give me the DHE. Then I wait an hour. If my head pain is gone I go home. If it is not, as was the case yesterday, I get another dose of the DHE. but not nearly close enough to the Reglan (an anti-nausea medication) to prevent me from suffering a huge wave of topsy-turvy nausea.

At least MCV has valet parking.

I see the lovely Dr. H. tomorrow before my last treatment this week. I’m still waiting to hear from the Jefferson Headache Center in Philadelphia.

I’m into my sixth month of feeling like someone is trying to dig out my left eyeball with a spoon. It’s really becoming difficult to fake being upbeat for my family.

I’ll write a more positive, less bitchy blog later. I’m just running on little sleep and a lot of pain and I’m cranky to the gills.

You Have to Use Silver Bullets!

It’s Monster Migraine of 2012 update time, kids!

  • The lovely Dr. H. was wearing sexy boots this morning. This made me view her as something of a Dr. Van Helsing, on a mission to slay my evil Monster Migraine
  • Last week’s VPA (Valproic Acid or Depakote) Infusion did not work, so next up? STEROIDS! I’m getting a big fat steroid infusion that will make me crazy. Doc said that one of her patients who gets them regularly took all of her clothes off and ran naked through a golf course. Excitement!
  • When the hell did Midrin come back on the market? Um, yes, of course I’ll switch out my current crappy pain meds for that. K thanks
  • The whole needles in my eye thing (Optic Nerve Block) has been completely taken off the table
  • My diagnosis has been changed from a form of chronic migraines to status migrainosus which essentially means “Monster Migraine that can’t be killed by normal means” (what have I been telling you, silly doctors? You have to use silver bullets!)
  • My headache specialist is referring me to the Jefferson Headache Center and made mention of putting me into a medically induced coma to “reboot” my brain. I thought shit was real before. But shit just got for real for real
  • For real
  • All in all, my doctor spent a long time with me discussing side effects and reading over success ratios from trial results and being very frank about where we are. Where we are is heading towards my fifth opinion

Wednesday Morning Update

My sister was just finishing her night shift in the Tranny Care Unit this morning so I got good sister hugs and all of the immediate hospital staff were sweet to me because I was “B.’s Baby Sister.”

She made sure I got the same nurse as last week so I wouldn’t have any problems, but boy, oh, boy did I have problems today!

  • The blood pressure machine couldn’t get a read on me and squeezed both arms to death
  • My nurse couldn’t get IVs to thread in my veins today. The tried both arms and my left hand
  • Finally the nurses brought in Carl “The Vein Raper” McHottie who confidently asked, “Ma’am, which arm would you prefer I start your IV in?” I responded by saying, “Left arm, corner pocket.” Carl said, “8 ball or 9 ball?” My husband said, “You’ve exhausted her knowledge of billiards.”
  • Carl got my IV to take in my left forearm, got my meds, went to sleep. Now another wait begins