Doxie Proxy

1st day of Spring

Per the fantastic neuro doc, he diagnosed my two-week migraine as Status Migrainousa (sometimes spelled Migrainosa). In his words, it’s a type of severe (aren’t they all, though?) migraine that escalates until it becomes incredibly severe, and it “locks in” to that level of pain. He said that migraine meds (e.g. triptans) and pain meds help for these when they are used as the headache is escalating, and that once it locks in to that severe pain level, those medications are much less efficient. God, that make me feel so much better. I felt like an idiot and a drug addict when I tried to tell my regular doc that the pain medications weren’t doing anything - at all. We went from darvocet (the most worthless pain med I can imagine, in cases like this) to Tylenol #3 to Demerol, and the drugs did NOTHING, as in didn’t help one whit. It was as if I’d taken nothing at all. As I waited 4-5 days to go to the doc to begin with, by that time, I was screwed.

Fabulous Neuro Doc (how I think of him now) said that in cases of Status Migrainousa, he gives an IV drug called DHE 45, and he does this at the hospital. He said he was surprised I hadn’t been admitted, and was as disgusted as I was over my treatment in the ER.

All in all, he validated everything I’d been through, and made me feel less crazy and more tethered. This migraine was the worst health-related experience I’ve ever been through. I cannot begin to imagine the horror people who have migraines all the time go through. God love ya, seriously.

Anyway, on to better things:

Mister is just-this-side of perfect, as always. Abigail’s yearly check-up was last week, and $321 later, we’ve been told her labs are fine, and to start tapering down her meds again. She’s scheduled to have her teeth cleaned next Friday. Cha-ching! Taz is grumpy, but lovable, and Nikita is freakin’ huge, as usual.

No, really. The cat’s gut is awe-inspiring. She doesn’t sprawl, she spreads.

Fluffy!

Work is not always fun, but it’s better than where I was before, and my manager is pretty cool. I’m thankful I have a job. Hell, I’m terrified not to have one. Lord, please let us find a way through these awful times.

Gorgeous.

It is beautiful outside. My desk is next to a huge 5′ x 5′ window, and the breeze is fantastic. The dogs are quiet, the cat is asleep, Mister is at his buddy’s house, and I’m enjoying a nice relaxing bout of herbalism-leveling on my WoW DK. Nerdgasm!

Seems a shame to have to go in to work today, but I’d like to get a jump on some things for this week, so there you have it. Not to mention, it’s actually not bad at all, going on in the weekends, as it’s very quiet, and everything seems to go much faster. My boss is pretty cool, and she was very kind to me when I was so ill earlier, so I have no problems with doing anything extra.

I finally had my neuro consult on Wednesday. He was awesome. I’ll post more later.

Ashamed.

I snapped at my best friend this morning. She was being no
different than she’s been in the 5 years I’ve known her, and
I popped off a comment I wish I could take back. She sits
literally 5 feet from me, and I’m too much of a coward right now
to go over and apologize, so, once again, I’ll take the easy
way out, because I have the spine of a gnat.

S, I’m so sorry. I know you’re only trying to help someone you
love very much, and that you’re worried about this person. I
know that you don’t know that the phone calls aggravate me,
because I’ve never said anything about it, and I should have.
I should celebrate your exhuberance and giving nature.
I know that you would give anything you have to help another
person, and that you always try to see the best in others. I
know I prayed to find good friends when I came to this company,
and found you and the others, a true bounty. I’ve been grumpy
for a few months now, and you truly don’t deserve it. I’m going
to change that, I promise. I’m so very sorry. Your friendship
means everything to me, and I will treat it as such.

Non Blonde

I just saw the video for “What’s Up With That?” by 4 Non Blondes, and I do believe Linda (lead singer with scary dreads) has the biggest mouth, ever. She could fit a bowling ball in that maw, I do believe. As Mister said last night, some songs just shouldn’t have videos.

I may just be jealous of her great voice, but maybe not. That kisser is huge. Huge, I tell you.