Re: sharing and some whoo hoo's!

I can't figure out how to track the end time because the countries aren't in our alphabetical order. It seems so strange.

So, if you wait, then why don't you get the Imitrex auto-injector - it will still work - the first dose will reduce the migraine, then you have to wait a bit and do a second dose. I speak from experience. No trip to ER - where they would give a narcotic that indeed does have negative interactions with sinus type meds. But, the Imitrex and Migranal work differently - so unless you've taken about 8=10 times the dose = which would be silly - then you shouldn't have an issue. Just a thought.

I don't do the pills at all - need too many for it to be effective, so cost-wise better to use the pricey auto injector. But, for many people the sinus spray is almost as good.

Ellice

Because, unfortunately, the doctor who recognized what I was talking about has died, and my new doctor is not a migraineur and shares your opinion that not everything the patient calls a migraine is actually a migraine. He'd like me to go to the ER to verify my diagnosis rather than prescribing something sight-unseen.

Ditto, clearly Alicia is not familiar with real flame wars lol The posts have been good, showing there are different methods to handling migraines, in fact it was in a long ago thread about migraines on rctn that I first made the connection that as well as perfume, fatigue will do me in and cause me to have a migraine.

Up until then I was searching for the cause, watching if there was a food trigger (my eldest grandson cannot afford to go near chocolate and one daughter cannot handle cheese) when someone mentioned fatigue being her trigger. Bingo!

I hate to say that menopause did not relieve me of migraines, though many women do stop getting them then, but I do get fewer migraines now, possibly because I am able to avoid the fatigue situations. I have, I regret to say, handed them down to two daughters and a grandson.

LOL - I'm not really sure about my triggers. More random, and for me it is lengthy waves of episodes. Many in about 6 weeks, then I'll go months with none. Oh, well. It's been pretty good of late.

Poor things - but at least they'll be prepared. I, OTOH, spent yesterday after the morning "working" in the maybe new job surgery office, then jogged to the adjoining hopsital. Spent from 12:30 til 9 getting my infusion for the anemia. Yuck. She blew the first vein - quickly. Then went to my right arm - darn - now I can't stitch - cause used the vein up from my thumb/wrist (easy to get generally). Worked for about 3.5 hours, then it blew - which I noticed cause of the large ballon of bruise and fluid as I dragged my pole/pump to the bathroom. OK. Pull that. Then back to Left as (inner elbow).. Cool - that worked for about 4 hours. Now, I have a huge brown stain under the skin on my right wrist/forearm - over the bruise - like 4" - due to the iron leaking when the vein blew and it took so long!

Got to go teach, now.

Ellice

It finally ended at 11pm. Then more polluting fireworks. The people in that "Birdnest" must have been overcome with heat and smoke of the fireworks.

I think they should do this marching in by fast tramway, zooming by and into place! Hours and hours of them entering was too long. Of course they showed a shot of George and Laura and they were both looking at their watches. By the end it looked as if half the place was empty.

Now that is seriously funny, dangerous, but funny.

Tomorrow has to be better lol

Then it likely is not a migraine. I can lie on the bed, in a darkened room, but close my eyes, sleep ? No way. As soon as my eyes are closed the room starts to spin.

That's why the sleeping pills. Without them, it hurts too much to fall asleep.

That's my mom also. She can do nothing, not talk, not close eyes, but the room must be very dark and quiet. In her case, she's been diagnosed as having panic disorder and since she's been on daily Lexipro she hasn't had a migraine...that I know of. she may have had one, but she'd never tell me from NY to TX. She knows I'd fly up there to check her out. She's tricky!

I feel for her, I can't tell you what it's like - you know that it really isn't happening (room spinning) but all the nerve endings say it is. If you try to ignore it, you'll throw up. There is no way (to go back to the beginning) that you can look at a monitor or do anything rational, it takes over. Also I lose control of my body temperature, I go icy cold and start shivering. No matter how warm, it has no relation to how icy cold I feel. They have been the bane of my life but I suppose otherwise, I am very healthy for my age, so ying and yang.

How old is your mother now Vic ?

Interestingly, I remarked to dh the other day that neither of us has had a migraine since both kids grew up and left home. Talk about triggers!!

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans

On 8/9/08 3:39 PM, "lucretia borgia" wrote:

Yup - it certainly proved a point. I can still remember us sitting at their breakfast table in FLA, and my DB rolling his eyes since she couldn't see him. By then he'd had a good 10 years of the "I have a headache, take me to the ER" drama. Whenever she just didn't feel like doing something, or wasn't the center of attention there would be some dramatic door slamming exit to the bedroom to "I must go lay down" - or the eventual "must go to the ER for Demerol - nothing else will work" . Given I have an aunt that's a doctor, etc - we were always astonished that she didn't actually go to a neurologist to deal with these severe attacks. Of course, I also don't know many people that slam doors when having a migraine, or scream at their audience of attendees. I did for some time feel sympathy, and want to believe her - but it became ridiculous. Famously - she claimed a sudden migraine night before my wedding in Pittsburgh. They'd brought the baby with them, and their nanny. Plus, my folks had paid. I even when going to pick up my saree blouses agreed to pick-up diapers - they hadn't brought enough. My brother came and yelled at me because I was gone about 2 hours instead of 1. My DD almost punched him out in the hotel about yelling at me, it was my wedding, and why the heck they couldn't take care of themselves anyhow. Then to top it off - the SIL decides after the rehearsal dinner that they won't join the crew going to the bar - and next thing - we see my DB leaving with her because after they went up to their room - she decided she had a migraine - what a drama. Went to the ER, carried on abaut needing a shot of Demerol, and voila. Gave her the ability to get some attention. Pre-imitrex days.

When the event happened with her- we all (aunt, me, brother, mother) had a little chat - not with her. So DB can deal with her better.

She's better behaved about the fake migraines now. But, still a spoiled queen. Ah, well - the kids are great, and you take the good with the bad in dealing with people.

Ellice

Well, thanks for that thought! The class at the shop went really well. Lovely group of 4 women, their "intro to canvas" - doing these sweet little SEKAS painted fobs. Fun cause they also got to learn 4 more stitches to go with tent & basketweave. And, they all did a section on the real piece. But, I've learned my lesson and made everyone work on a doodle cloth before moving onto the real thing. Didn't matter that I didn't have mine done - I just do the demo thing, and also little like "stitch flash cards" when I teach. It was a good class - they all did pretty well, and 3 of them signed up to do the Amethyst Dreams project - which will be challenging for 2 of them, not quite so for the 3rd, and I told the 4th she wasn't ready yet. What fun.

The bad thing - first time - I've had a real reaction to the infusion and accompanying drugs - so was looking quite "flush" by the afternoon. Came home, called doc - told to take a lot of benadryl, and tylenol, and I was wiped out. The sudden iron load - my face - from upper jaw, cheekbones, skull frunt - all really hurt. Really. Plus, a lovely fever. I fell asleep about 30 min after the pills, DH had to force me up to eat, I honestly couldn't really eat much cause I was so out, then went downstairs, laid on couch to watch some Olympics and Dr. Who - next thing - I wake up to dog in face whuffling, and Austin City Limits on tv - it's 1:44 am. Just took more pills, canceelled class I was to teach today - and going back to bed!

Ellice

Isn't that the worst? I can sleep with the shots - otherwise I must be like you, Sheena - just dark room, cloth over and wait. I still remember my first migraine - I thought my head would explode - I lived in NC then. Had been at the doctors for a check-up from flu or something, saw the PA. As I was waiting in the exam room I started having floaters - not knowing that's what it was. Then explained it was like what I saw was very far away - something interfering with my vision perception, and the "discs" coming across my eyes. Guy thought it was nothing. I still don't know how I drove the 5 miles home. Got upstairs - into bed - had to run from the lights. Within a few I was writhing about - called my aunt in Florida - she figured out I was having a migraine and called in a narcotics prescription to be delivered by the local pharmacy. It was definitely a "different" experience.

Glad to have the specific drugs now. But, we do all have different triggers and symptoms.

Ellice

She is 73 now, works full time. I hear in her voice she is starting to get a little shaky. Still, she's got vigor. Her migraines make her throw up too.

I have been asking her to move down here for at least five years. Her house was valued at a million dollars, but now with this real estate crash she could only (only, ha) sell it for 750. So, she' waiting tilll the market comes up. It would be all profit as her house is paid for. Her taxes are 14,000 dollars a year just for the privaledge of living on the ocean front. Not to mention heating oil which is almost five dollars a gallon. I worry about her.

And, unfortunately, it's the people like her who create problems for the people like me. Everyone knows someone who fakes medical problems for the attention or to avoid something, so when they come across someone who "doesn't look sick", they just assume.

I had a job with a lot fewer sick days than I needed, so my rule was that if I didn't pass out from pain when I got up at 7 AM to pee, I went to work. Blinding headache or not. I'm sitting there wearing dark glasses because I can't turn out the lights, haven't said anything to anyone about not feeling well, just went straight to my desk to avoid having to talk to anyone ... and get accused of "being overdramatic" when someone comes into the privacy of my cubicle and I'm quietly massaging my head.

Excuse me? I'm at my desk, hiding in my cubicle, I'm typing with my eyes closed, I'm not whining to anyone, exactly how am I being overdramatic and attention seeking? "Oh, well, when my wife does that ..." Yuh-huh, and your wife is a gorgeous blonde trophy-bimbo who is used to being the center of attention and being doted on; I'm just a hardworking slob who only gets attention when you need someone to yell at, so I do my best to fly under the radar. If I was trying to avoid work, I would've called in sick. If I wanted attention, I would've made sure to tell everyone between the front door and my desk how awful I feel (and maybe take a detour to the coffee room so I could tell everyone there, too). The facts just don't add up to the conclusion you're trying to reach.

Never could convince him that I really was through sheer willpower dragging myself "off my deathbed" to come to work.

And the same thing now -- people want to see something, so they ignore the fact that I'm still working, I'm still doing my own chores, there's no one giving me attention (except that 10 minutes a year I see a doctor), and conclude that I'm "just pretending to be sick" so I won't have to work or do chores, and have a household staff who allow me to luxuriate in bed while they worship me and bring me choice tidbits to tempt my appetite. The truth isn't what they want to see. Just doesn't fit their assumptions that I'm suffering financially because I can't work full-time, or that if I use illness to avoid doing laundry on Tuesday it only means I have to do the laundry on Wednesday, or that if I can't get out of bed to cook my own food, I go hungry.

(OK, OK, I'll cop to it, the other day when DBF called to ask if I needed any milk as long as he was going to the grocery for his own shopping, I did get him to bring me a take-out dinner from the place in the grocery parking lot. But that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't already been going there.)

Point out to her that her house is more than she paid for it, get out and move down to Texas. I think it could become even less in the short term.