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So, the last couple of weeks ... brainfog, headache, brainfog, brainfog, headache, menstrual migraine, cramps, brainfog, headache, bursitis, brainfog, headache. Plus exhaustion.
I went to see my specialist today (Mum came in with me to remind me of what I was saying) and came away with a diagnosis of the latest headaches and some plans to tackle them and my majorly messed up sleep cycle.
To recap this year, health-wise:
Epic sinus headaches, caused by mould, solved by dehumidifier.
Pain radiating from my jaw and down my right side, caused by clenching my jaw (probably against the sinus headaches), solved by the osteopath.
Three week stomach virus that had to be waited out.
And followed by new and interesting headaches which were completely unaffected by Panadeine Forte or ibuprofen. Today's diagnosis?
Cluster headaches! Aka 'suicide headaches.' How ... encouraging.
(After listening to the doctor, Mum thinks my dad had cluster headaches for a few years early in their marriage. They were diagnosed as migraines but the medications didn't help at all. Hi, genetic component!)
I have to go off my current low blood pressure medication which might interact with the new preventative medication (my blood pressure was high today. First time that's happened) then start on the new one. Also back on melatonin to help my sleep cycle ...
Fuck it all. It's exhausting. Apart from a few highlights, I am not approving of this year at all.
Mum was talking tonight about emotional stress - Lady Muck is on the way out, probably this week. The Boyo's odd test results have finally resulted in a diagnosis of atypical Cushing's Disease. The cat had another brawl with a feral tom the other week. And she mentioned that it can be stressful living with me, which rather alarmed me. But she said, no, no, not living together, just seeing me ill. It's been sixteen years and I'm her daughter and she wants me to have everything and I'm stuck and she thinks about what I might have been able to do if I wasn't ill. At which point I had to turn away and try not to start crying and say that I try not to think about that because it's just too upsetting. Which it is. So I'm not going to think about it or I might go insane from frustration. Or become depressed again.
No thank you. Right now, I'd just take a remission of the headaches and an improvement in brain function and energy levels. That's not much, right?
I went to see my specialist today (Mum came in with me to remind me of what I was saying) and came away with a diagnosis of the latest headaches and some plans to tackle them and my majorly messed up sleep cycle.
To recap this year, health-wise:
Epic sinus headaches, caused by mould, solved by dehumidifier.
Pain radiating from my jaw and down my right side, caused by clenching my jaw (probably against the sinus headaches), solved by the osteopath.
Three week stomach virus that had to be waited out.
And followed by new and interesting headaches which were completely unaffected by Panadeine Forte or ibuprofen. Today's diagnosis?
Cluster headaches! Aka 'suicide headaches.' How ... encouraging.
(After listening to the doctor, Mum thinks my dad had cluster headaches for a few years early in their marriage. They were diagnosed as migraines but the medications didn't help at all. Hi, genetic component!)
I have to go off my current low blood pressure medication which might interact with the new preventative medication (my blood pressure was high today. First time that's happened) then start on the new one. Also back on melatonin to help my sleep cycle ...
Fuck it all. It's exhausting. Apart from a few highlights, I am not approving of this year at all.
Mum was talking tonight about emotional stress - Lady Muck is on the way out, probably this week. The Boyo's odd test results have finally resulted in a diagnosis of atypical Cushing's Disease. The cat had another brawl with a feral tom the other week. And she mentioned that it can be stressful living with me, which rather alarmed me. But she said, no, no, not living together, just seeing me ill. It's been sixteen years and I'm her daughter and she wants me to have everything and I'm stuck and she thinks about what I might have been able to do if I wasn't ill. At which point I had to turn away and try not to start crying and say that I try not to think about that because it's just too upsetting. Which it is. So I'm not going to think about it or I might go insane from frustration. Or become depressed again.
No thank you. Right now, I'd just take a remission of the headaches and an improvement in brain function and energy levels. That's not much, right?
