Nothing will chasten me more than enduring a harsh migraine for thirty-six hours. However, I have gratitude in that it was the kind of migraine that literally knocked me into tomorrow. I “slept” for thirty of the the thirty-six hours, though the first twelve I was literally up at least once an hour for oab. Like Gilda Radner’s Roseann Rosanna Danna used to say “It’s always something!”
So today I feel like I crawled out from underneath a wreckage. Yet I no longer have that sharp, pounding pain. I am so appreciating the little things I normally take for granted – a diet Fresca, birds flitting around the feeder, turning the pages of an Anne Lamott novel, being able to eat. Today is the utter epitome of joy in being pain-free for now.
I’m still trying things, but the IV Lidocaine was a hashtag/fail. The day after, I only had a mild migraine and felt so hopeful that the IV treatment was going to be my panacea. Not so, but there are a few more things to experiment with. A nerve blocker may be next. I will not try a friend’s mustard under the tongue suggestion. Good grief with these crazy off-the-wall home remedies. It’s as if I had hiccups!
Today I appreciate. I see the wind blow and feel the fresh air through the house. I get to have dinner with the group and have saved enough Weight Watchers’ Plus Points® to enjoy an ice cream cone later. Yay!