Last week, I had a migraine for the first time.
It felt like a vice grip was squeezing the back of my head. The pain was intense. I actually screamed and tears were flowing down my face. I could barley walk, because the slightest movement intensified the pain. Also, lights and sounds made the pain worse.
As a side note: I don’t tend to react to pain by screaming. Last year, I fell and fractured two ribs. I grumbled a bit when it happened, but there were no tears or screams. The migraine pain was exponentially worse than fracturing ribs.
I went to the ER twice that day. During the first visit, the nurse checked my blood pressure and it was normal. The doctor prescribed muscle relaxers and pain medication. I was also given three injections, an anti-inflammatory, Benadryl, and a muscle relaxer.
Twelve hours later, I had another migraine. The second one was even more painful than the first one.
Mom and Gwen took me to the hospital. When they checked my blood pressure it was 178/81. Mom asked the nurse about it, because I don’t have a history of high blood pressure. The nurse explained that extreme pain can result in elevated blood pressure.
I was given intravenous medications to knock out the migraine and sent home with strict instructions to rest.
I never truly understood the devastation caused by migraines.
To migraine suffers, you have my empathy and respect. You have to be a strong person to live with migraines.
I also want to say thanks to my family. They have been a great help. Mom and Gwen made sure I was able to rest by taking over my household chores. They also spent hours with me at the ER. Without them, I am sure my recovery would have taken a lot longer.