Today I begin my anti-inflammatory diet first proposed by my primary care physician and later ammended by my neurolgist/migraine specialist. It means no glutens, dairy or eggs. I only need to try it for thirty days, which is good because I tend to see this as punishment. It’s something else to throw at the ignoramus patient who must be doing something to cause herself such misery. It doesn’t matter that I stopped glutens & dairy separately – no, they must be stopped together.
My cynicism has emerged full “boar”. I have Vicodin now but can only take ten a month as I mentioned in the last post (because Vicodin causes rebounds but then why have my migraines been rebounding for twenty three years before, during and after Vicodin?). Why did I feel as if I’m being summarily dismissed from the migraine specialist or his PA to be more accurate. “There’s not much else we can do for you.”. And yet almost a year ago I felt hopeful and renewed that someone was going to be with me through the long haul and figure this out with me.
I see that there is so much left to try, but not silly things my pcp keeps winging at me every time I see her. I will go to my next neuro appointment with at least two new treatments/meds I’ve read about on http://www.migraine.com. Meanwhile I’ve decided that if my pcp won’t treat me with more respect, I will seek another one. That’s not an easy task. Part of me wonders if I should go back to my old revered pcp even if he’s a good hour plus drive away.
The journey continues as it should, but my feet slog in the mud. After half my life constantly seeking, I’m growing weary. And never before have I felt the sting of migraine stigmaticism as I do now.