In August of 2006, I was rushed to the ER with excruciating pain in my head. After a battery of tests, I was diagnosed as having a rare form of migraine called status migrainosis. In its simplest definition, it is a horrible migraine that lasts for more than 72 hours. Of course, I couldn’t be that lucky. I have an even rarer form of the rarity. Well, lucky me. My migraine episode is going on 7 months now. I had no previous history of migraines except perhaps a misdiagnosed “viral brain infection” that lasted for six weeks in 2000. But, we’ll never know for sure. What I do know is that this migraine episode has wreaked havoc on my body, my mind, my spirit, my family, my finances and my house!
Over the past months my medications have been adjusted to try to find the best dosage for me. The neurologist has been able to control the pain. Praise God! However, the other symptoms of the migraine and the side effects of the medications have made me weak, thin and cloudy-headed among many other things. I was told to give this last medication adjustment three months before I passed judgment. Well, this is the month.
This is the month I can begin to pressure the neurologist into making some changes because things just aren’t progressing as I think they should. This is the month!
This is the month I begin to wade through the clutter that has wormed its way into our home while I wasn’t on watch. This is the month I start back on a regular physical program – even if it’s mild yoga stretches. Anything is better than nothing. This is the month we recoup all the money that we have paid out in medical expenses last year. All those CT scans and MRIs did not come cheap! This is the month I restart my daily devotional with God. This is the month I spend some extra time on beautifying me. This is the month I get the house cleaned – whether it’s me or someone else doing it. It has to be done. This is the month.
Join me as I start this process. It took me nearly seven months to get here. I’m praying it doesn’t take me seven months to get out . . .