Alright, dammit.
Mar. 4th, 2005 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhOne dose of Frovatriptan, one dose of phenergan, one IV dose of Depakote, plus IV doses of Compazine and Benadryl (given to me at the neurology clinic), plus two doses of Toradol at home and 14 hours of sleep later. . .
I still have the little fucker tapping on my right temple every once in a while. I'd like to know what I did to anger my trigeminal nerve so goddam much? Huh? Really. What did I do?
I walked over, ok shuffled over, to the neurology clinic yesterday at around noon when I realized this was going to be a doozy. Jeff came an hour after the depakote had been in, and I felt as though nothing had changed. I was nicely hydrated, thankyouverymuch, but otherwise still in agony. Dr. Recober then ordered the benadryl and compazine. Holy cow. I turned into a squirmy wormy thing.
When I have a migraine, it's like there's an invader in my body. I want the invader evicted. With this stuff, it was like there were millions of invaders in my body, and I wanted out! GACK!
Jeff said, not without a note of amusement in his voice, "you're stoned". That shut me up, mostly because I was thinking to myself, "damn if this is being stoned, why in the hell would anyone ask for this?!? This is hell!" I felt like I was going crazy. Finally, the pain started to subside, although it never really went away. I just wanted to go home. We finally did go home, and I went to bed and to sleep for about 14 hours, interrupted only for a break to eat a grilled cheese sammich and to take a shower. Oh. And to take those two Toradol and my other medicines because the stoopid headache was still there.
Whattanight.
But hey! I'm back at work, and I'm currently running a gel. My First as a PostDoc. Awwwww.
Also, I'm STARVING. I think 10:30 is not too early for a lunch prelude, do you?
I still have the little fucker tapping on my right temple every once in a while. I'd like to know what I did to anger my trigeminal nerve so goddam much? Huh? Really. What did I do?
I walked over, ok shuffled over, to the neurology clinic yesterday at around noon when I realized this was going to be a doozy. Jeff came an hour after the depakote had been in, and I felt as though nothing had changed. I was nicely hydrated, thankyouverymuch, but otherwise still in agony. Dr. Recober then ordered the benadryl and compazine. Holy cow. I turned into a squirmy wormy thing.
When I have a migraine, it's like there's an invader in my body. I want the invader evicted. With this stuff, it was like there were millions of invaders in my body, and I wanted out! GACK!
Jeff said, not without a note of amusement in his voice, "you're stoned". That shut me up, mostly because I was thinking to myself, "damn if this is being stoned, why in the hell would anyone ask for this?!? This is hell!" I felt like I was going crazy. Finally, the pain started to subside, although it never really went away. I just wanted to go home. We finally did go home, and I went to bed and to sleep for about 14 hours, interrupted only for a break to eat a grilled cheese sammich and to take a shower. Oh. And to take those two Toradol and my other medicines because the stoopid headache was still there.
Whattanight.
But hey! I'm back at work, and I'm currently running a gel. My First as a PostDoc. Awwwww.
Also, I'm STARVING. I think 10:30 is not too early for a lunch prelude, do you?
