I've gotten migraines on and off since puberty. They were a pain (get it?), sure, but they didn't really interfere with my life all that much. I got exactly zero while I was pregnant with Nora, but since she's been born, I've had probably 5,000. No exaggeration.
Actually, last week, I thought I'd start keeping a headache diary, in case I actually do go see some sort of medical professional about this problem. I've had 1 migraine a week for the last 4 weeks. Most of them are at night, so I can still sort of function during the day. (And by function, I mean I can put Nora in the swing and set it to high while Lillian watches 10 hours of Super Why!, the new favorite that has toppled the long-standing-favorite status of Little Einsteins, while I die on the couch.)
I've used up all the narcotics that I had left over from my delivery and have moved back to the old stand-by of Diet Coke and 2 Tylenol. I hate it. I hate everything about it. At least it isn't as bad as my sister, who got a migraine while in labor. Yes. That is the worst possible thing that could happen to anyone ever.
But, Nora slept through the night last night for the first time. So that was nice.
2 comments:
Have you tried Excedrin migraine? You should keep a diary so you can figure out your triggers. Maybe it's chocolate (oh the horror) or cheese or something like that. There are also shots you can get. When your head hurts like that you'll take a shot to make it stop.
That is terrible Amanda. I think the journal idea is a great one.
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