2 July 2006
I get up and get ready for work, feeling tired and a bit ill. Don't think much more of it, until I get on the bus, when the urge to throw up and the mental effort required to repress the urge overtake my ability to concentrate on my knitting. Feel like I should get off the bus, but I'm more than halfway to work now, and if I hang on a bit longer, there's a good chance I can vomit in the work toilets rather than in the gutter on Caledonian Road, which is the preferable scenario if there's vomiting to be done.
Get to work. Feel sick. Eat. Feel sick. Work. Feel sick. Take paracetamol for headache. Feel sick. Can't concentrate cos I feel sick. Go home. Feel sick. Flatmate cooks dinner. Feel sick. Eat it. Feel sick. Go to sleep (eventually). Feel sick.
Wake up. Feel sick. Get up and make it to Euston to catch a train to Birmingham. Feel sick. Attend day long meeting. Feel sick. Fall asleep on train home. Feel sick. Get bus home from Euston. Feel sick and contemplate getting off the bus, except for the vomiting in gutters thing. Get home. Feel sick. Force self to eat. Feel sick. Go to sleep (eventually). Feel sick.
Wake up. Feel sick. Get up. Feel sick. Leave the house. Feel sick. Get on bus and sit in shadier spot than Monday. Feel sick. Feel sense of deja vu. Feel sick. Make it to work. Feel sick. Eat toast. Feel sick. Take paracetamol for headache. Feel sick. Try to work. Feel sick. Struggle to put words in right order in sentences. Feel sick. Turn from dark corner to lighter part of office to talk to colleagues. Feel sick. Eyes go funny. Head feels like someone cracked open my skull with axe. Realisation dawns.
Go outside with colleague. Feel sick. Feel faint. Can't see. BRIGHT LIGHT!! LOUD!! Crap.
Go to chemist, ask if Imigran is available over the counter yet. He says no. Feel like crying. He sees face of woman on edge. Decides to check computer. Ah. Is available, but not immediately. Can I wait til 3pm? (No.)
Go back to desk. Feel worse. Try to stay quiet and in as little light as possible. Feel sick. Head hurts a lot. Peripheral vision not unlike water running down glass. Trippy, but annoying. Can't think straight.
Can't wait. Go home, via Boots, who have Imigran. Almost pass out as I pass workmen with jackhammers on Euston Road. Noise and light so intensely painful it brings tears to my eyes. Feel like I'm going to throw up on bus. Get home. Take Imigran.
Body starts to dissolve from outside in. Have to look to reassure myself that hands, feet, arms and legs are still attached. Who needs illegal drugs when the over the counter stuff is this trippy? Minutes later, feel completely separated from my physical form. Messages to hands and feet seem to get lost in translation. Close eyes and go to sleep.
Wake up. Don't feel sick. Headache gone. Yay. Bright light and noise still an issue, but less so. Fantastic. It worked.
Damn. Spoke to soon. Migraine returns in different form. Hold off as long as I can, take second dose of Imigran. Repeat trippy experience until sleep takes hold.
Wake up. Don't feel sick. Headache mostly gone. Get to bus, start to feel sick. Get to work, funny eye stuff back. Start to work, headache back. Tell myself I'll go home after meeting. Meeting time comes and goes. Realise I've got dates mixed up. Damn. Feel like death warmed up. Can't take any more over the counter Imigran for several hours. Phone doctor. Get appointment in 20 minutes time. Rush to GP surgery, get there 10 minutes late. Good thing it's nearly lunch. Get taken straight away. Get prescription for proper Imigran, in nasal spray form. Go to chemist. They don't have it. Go to other chemist. They do have it. Almost weep with relief. Get Imigran. Get home. Lie quietly til I can safely take another dose of Imigran.
Read instructions. Inhale nasal spray. Realise they were somewhat underestimating the "strange taste" part of explaining what will happen after you take it. Keep taking mouthfuls of ginger ale to get rid of the taste. Migraine goes away (again). Yay.
Boo. Migraine comes back (again). Can't take more Imigran so take other painkillers to help me go to sleep.
Wake up. Feel shit. Phone in to work. Take other painkillers again as can't take more Imigran yet. Go to sleep.
Wake up. Migraine faded to mild nuisance. Decide against wasting a nasal spray when I might need it more in days to come. Go back to sleep.
Wake up. Get dinner. Go for walk. Feel bit better, but light and noise still a problem. Cancel plans for weekend, as am no good to man nor beast. Go to sleep.
Wake up. Stay in darkened room with fan on all day, watching TV and using laptop only once brightness and sound turned down. Go to sleep.
Wake up. Stay in darkened room with fan on all day, watch Grand Prix. Feel exhausted.
So how as your week?
have you tried Rizatriptan
(Maxalt)
http://www.patient.co.uk/showdoc/30002025/
Works for me, and comes in a soluble waffer thin thingy!
No nasty taste just a slight 'otherworldliness'
Sue
xXx
My week? Not as bad as yours by the sound of it although I've got a bit of a summer cold thing (aches, high temperatures, generally feeling rotten and need a lie down). Note that despite being a bloke I do realise I'm not at deaths door just yet, and therefore it's entirely reasonable (after a little nap) to force myself to go to the pub to watch England vs Portugal. Unfortunately, not feeling well enough to risk beer. Then, after two and a half hours of wishing I could find somewhere to sit down, I ended up wishing I hadn't bothered coming out in the first place. But other than that, I'm fine.
Oh, and I'm off to see the Wiggles tomorrow. Don't ask. Anyone out there with a two year old might just now be feeling sorry for me, though...
A lot better than yours but it still had its bad side. Viral arthritis flared and good leg went useless. However, every cloud had a silver lining and Andrew Murray won his game at Wimbledon. Right knee gave me respite from its pain on Saturday so was able to drive down to town centre and get necessary shopping. Oh the joy of not being trapped in the house.
Poor you! That is very sucky. Any chance I'll see you tomorrow night? Last tuesday there were lots of us and any UNIQUE members were diluted.
OMG!
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That is awful!
My week was dull and boring, getting my sprained ankle to work on the Tube. I wondered where you were on Tuesday...
Awww, sending hugs your way!
I've had migraines EVERY SINGLE DAY last week, and today too... not good...
Awwwwww
*BIG HUGS*
Crickey! You really have been battling a migraine cluster! Glad you're feeling better now though, Pix. *hug*
I take Syndol. Over the counter codeine and muscle relaxant. I only take it because nothing the neurologist has ever offered that is speshly designed for migraine relief has ever touched me, not even a little bit. It takes the edge off when at work ... just.
And I thought my summer cold sucked. I hope the migraine has finally left you alone. I am also glad that you have a fan to help keep you cool, and a very nice flatmate (well, one of them) to help somewhat in taking care of you.
I hope this week is far better than last week.
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