The experiment continues. I am the subject. Unwillingly I go forth. However, I will admit that during the times of day when migraine isn’t flaring so much, it’s easier to be somewhat accepting of this off medication trial. Note the word “easier”. Unless a miracle happens, I’m not okay with this whole plan. My back is still mostly out and my stagnation is causing a funk in spirit.
No one wants a Debbie Downer. I expressed my feelings boldly on Twitter the first day of this experiment and my good friends and migraine advocates set me straight. “Chin up” “You got this” “You need to get through dirt to grow flowers”. I was pleased to have them all in my corner, cheering me on. I’ve also had the opposite view of things, where people are outraged right along with me, and that feels just as good. Validation and encouragement are both needed in this case.
(((Wishing I could be at the beach now, but my migraines are unpredictable and I can’t take a magic triptan. What kind of craziness is this? —In that you can’t have what works, even if only half the amount a month. But take away all?—)))
So I go forth. One week is gone now. I might insist my husband come with me to my appointment as he knows how the migraines affect me. It’s better than just me trying to answer the doctor. Jim is my witness. After all, he’s going through this trial with me and it’s had am impact on his life too.
Always seek medical advice from your physician. Anything in these blog posts are my opinions only.