I promised I haven’t fallen off the face of the planet. At moments it felt like it. But not quite. I planned to be much more active this weekend and have blog posts written and scheduled. Didn’t happen.
Instead a flare decided to show up on my doorstep. I am used to flares honestly. Dealing with a flare-up of one of my illnesses (of which there are four currently diagnosed) has become a part of the daily routine but when all four decide to flare simultaneously, then it becomes problematic.
I spent most of the weekend locked in my bedroom. Occasionally, I would wander down the hallway to prove to my husband and daughter that I was in fact still alive. I took a few moments to soak in the beautiful songs of my 2 year old (who has taken quite a fancy to singing and has quite an impressive repertoire ranging from Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star to Zaccheus to God is Bigger than the Boogie Man) or listen to my husband keep me up to date on the NFL draft. Then after a round of hugs, kisses, and a promise to feel better soon, I would crawl back into bed and pray that sleep would that the pain away. Sunday was an exact repeat of Saturday.
Then Monday morning came.
I awoke in the darkness thankfully. The glow of the alarm clock was enough to make me want to tear out my eyeballs. A migraine. A big one. I squinted at the clock. It was 5am. Maybe it would die off before time to get up for work. Wrong. By 5:30 I was having conversations with the porcelain god every half hour. This was major. I sent a message to my supervisor at 7am. By 9am, I let my husband know that it was time to go to the ER.
I will be honest. I am not a fan of the ER. Not that ours is shabby. They are actually quite efficient since I seem to have to pay a visit at least once a year. Once it was falling down the stairs. Another time cutting my hand open washing dishes. Then there was the time that Hubs thought I was losing my mind after taking Ambien for the first time (who knew it would work that quick).
Thankfully the waiting room was pretty empty when we arrived. It was only a matter of minutes before I was taken back. They put me in a nice quiet and dark room while I was waiting for the doctor to arrive. Both Hubs and I got our wishes. My room had a TV with ESPN. My part of the wish was granted because the TV had no sound. It wasn’t long before the doctor came in, got my medical history, and did the exam and then let me know that she would put the order in for my medication.
The nurse arrived to start the IV. Sweet girl. I warned her that I had difficult veins and thankfully she listened when I pointed her to my good arm (both are pretty bad actually). I knew after so much vomiting that I would be dehydrated which would only make it worse. She got the vein with the first stick but then couldn’t keep it so she started digging. I could feel my face getting hot. I’m sure I was about to break off Hub’s hand. I just wanted to scream “Just re-stick me already!” She thankfully soon admitted defeat and bandaged me up and began searching for another vein. Thankfully round 2 went much smoother than round 1.
They gave me a mixture of 4 meds to take care of the migraine plus the nausea and vomiting. After they started the medications I honestly don’t remember much. I got a bag of fluids while I was there. The visit lasted two hours from start to finish and before I knew it I was being discharged (migraine-free!). I spent the rest of the day resting and thankfully everyone got a good night of sleep!
Today I woke up feeling good – the best I have felt in awhile actually! Storms are coming so I’m hoping to enjoy the day being pain-free for as long as possible! Maybe I’ll get to hit the gym today!