I went to UAB (University of Alabama in Birmingham) yesterday. I decided to visit the Medical Museum located in the research library on campus.
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.
I am having surgery again today, which will be my third one this year. First, I had a bone anchored hearing device implanted. Next, I had surgery on my right leg. Now I am having surgery on my left leg.
I’m getting tired of surgeries. I need to find myself a new hobby.
It seems to be surgery season for me and my family. First on the list was our dog Ben. The doctor repaired Ben’s knee and torn ligament. Ben is doing much better and is scheduled to have his staples removed on Wednesday.
Next was Mom and Dwayne. They both had surgery on Friday and both are recovering well.
Today it was my turn. The doctor fixed some issues I was having with the veins in my right leg. The surgery went well and I am now resting at home.
Surgery season has been a success, but I think we should refrain from doing this again.
It all started last Friday. I had a headache that just would not get better. As the days passed, I also started to get body aches. It felt kind of like having the flu, minus the congestion.
Yesterday, there was a tremendous pressure inside my head. It felt like there was a monster inside my head that was trying to squeeze me to death.
Then all of sudden, I felt a popping sensation and fluid started to pour out of my left ear. The pressure had ruptured my eardrum and I felt immediate relief. The fluid continually poured out of my ear for several hours.
I have antibiotic drops to treat the underlying infection and should be back to normal in just a few days.
I was at the doctor’s office with Mom this afternoon. Gwen called to say the smoke/carbon monoxide detector went off and it said to evacuate the house. I told Gwen to get all the dogs and go outside immediately.
I told Mom what was happening at the house. She agreed that I should go and check on the situation. I said I would come back as soon as I could.
I rushed home and called 911 to report the issue. The fire department came to the house with a carbon monoxide detector. They walked through the entire place and they checked all the gas lines. They also inspected the detector.
The good news, there was no carbon monoxide detected in the house. The problem was caused by a faulty detector, so we will be going to store to buy a new one.
After they finished, I went back to the doctor’s office to get Mom. On the way home, we stoped by LawLer’s BBQ to get stuffed potatoes for dinner. They were delicious.
I think I am going to go to bed early tonight, because that’s enough drama for me today.
The past few days were full of emotional turmoil. I visited Mom, while she was at the hospital. I saw her with oxygen tubes in her nose. I saw her struggling to recover. I worried about the prognosis and the seriousness of her medical conditions. I knew she was suffering and I couldn’t do anything about it.
The emotional strain left me physically exhausted. Each night I slept more than the night before, but I still woke up tired. I tried not to focus on future possibilities and only deal with the daily issues. However, I found my mind wondering into the unknowns of tomorrow.
My body and my brain seemed to be slowing down. I would stare mindlessly into space and felt like there was an invisible force pushing against me, which prevented me from accomplishing as much as I should each day.
The emotional turmoil of the past few days caused physical exhaustion. However, Mom is home now and I am hopeful that she will fully recover.