My head did not, in fact, explode and strew flaming radioactive death over southern New Hampshire yesterday.... it just felt that way.
It started out sometime around, I think, 1000 or 1100, with visual aberrations that were making it hard to read my monitor. I thought at first it was a visual afterimage from looking out the window at the sunlit snow, except it wouldn't go away. Then about twenty minutes or so after that, the headache started, and 20 minutes after that it felt like my head was coming apart. I already had a 1515 doctor's appointment scheduled for a physical, but I was clearly in no shape to drive; cymrullewes left work early to take me to the appointment, which we got to around 20 minutes late. I was able to walk from the car into the waiting room, but about three minutes later when the time came to go back to the examination room, I could no longer stand, and after I fell down trying, they took me back in a wheelchair. The nurse did the usual vitals, my doctor checked me out briefly, then they sent me over to the ER for a CAT scan to rule out aneurysm.
It turned out I spent the next seven hours in the ER on IV fluids, morphine (three doses), and anti-nausea drugs (two doses of one, one of another) while they did a CAT scan, studied the results, did a spinal tap, and studied the results from that. For the first couple of hours, I kept getting muscle spasms in my legs, and my left hand kept tingling and going numb. Finally at about 2330 they told me I could go home; they wheeled me out to the car, and the moment we started moving, I had to tell cymrullewes to pull over so I could open the door and throw up, wondering what in hell my body was still finding to throw up with. It managed to find enough to throw up three more times before we got home, then again after I got inside and sat down. After that, though, I felt up to eating a tub of peach yoghurt, and that stayed down.
This morning, I have a residual headache and my eyes still sort of ache, so I'm taking it pretty easy. I just made a pot of tea (cream and plenty of sugar) and a soft-boiled-egg sandwich to start replenishing fluids and blood sugars and all that good stuff. cymrullewes is staying home from work today because we don't know how functional I'm going to be or whether it'll come back.
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*hugs*
-Ogre
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Glad you're feeling better, and I hope it lasts.
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How freaking scary. Feel better soon, and may this never happen again.
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Oh, and the space-search of potential afflictions is limited principally by time and money.
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*KER-PHBBBBBT!*
"What was that?"
"Oh, just
"Great."
Eat salty things, have more yoghurt (marathon barfing sessions can really upset your GI fauna), stick to the BRAT diet for today, drink plenty of fluids.
And stop exploding your head! Sheesh! ;)
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I just went to get a second round of yoghurt and found we're out of peach. But
BRAT
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Sometimes "tea," sometimes "toast," depending on who's telling the story. ;)
Easy things to digest.
Bananas may be a bad idea
Re: Bananas may be a bad idea
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I've been told that once the pain kicks in, there's basically nothing that can be done. IME, the best way to ride it out is sleep, assuming you can sleep when invisible gnomes are trying to pull your skull apart with crowbars and insufficient explosives. If it happens again, you'll recognize the preliminary symptoms. That's the time to get some meds in you (a healthy dose of ibuprofen for me) and hit the sack. Since you don't live alone, you might also want to warn your household that if you are awoken before the pain subsides, you may have to kill anyone who happens to be nearby, and if you do they shouldn't take it personally.
Now that it's past (and hopefully it stays there), take it easy for a day, avoid stress where you can, wear shades if you need to and try not to sneeze.
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I mentioned wearing sunglasses because I generally have to wear mine indoors and out for the 12-24 hours afterward. Anything over dim light hurts too much. If I'm wearing shades while sitting at my desk at work, people give me funny looks for exactly as long as it takes to say "migraine." If you haven't yet, try it. If you're worried about not getting enough light during the day for other reasons, don't worry; you'll likely be on speaking terms with bright light tomorrow.
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That sounds awful.