Up until last Friday, that’s how long it had been since my last migraine! I seriously cannot recall in the last 10 years when that has happened.
Now, I got Botox right around the Half Marathon and then…tragedy struck…I got the absolute worst all-day-couldn’t-get-rid-of-it migraine the day before. We even had to make an emergency trip to a CVS because I had taken my last Imitrex. Fortunately, the morning of the marathon it had gone away.
And Friday was the first day I needed to take an Imitrex since that refill.
Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s been a near miss “Can I hold out and sleep it off?” kind of situation on a few occasions. I’ve still been suffering headaches every day which are mainly due to my sinuses.
However, in the past 4 months (since I figured out the correct dosage and placement for the Botox injections), I’ve gone 10 days without any pain medication (in a 24 hour period) and, in the past 30 days, only taken 1 Imitrex.
That’s what you call a BREAKTHROUGH!
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Day 2 – Saturday
Friday night I didn’t sleep at all. AGAIN. Unfortunately, I was up because of every sound and…ahem, dog snore…kept me from really sleeping. I try so hard not to take Tylenol PM when I have a headache but don’t have to get up at a certain time. So I was up tossing and turning past 2am.
Saturday morning I got up and didn’t do anything because I still felt woozy and off. I don’t really have a really good way of describing this “off” feeling other than I sort of have a headache, light-headed, could use my glasses, and fatigue-y. Yet that doesn’t really describe it either. So I was a bum and didn’t leave the house. Clint got rid of the Christmas tree finally (we got it late, so it was just now turning brown)…I still have to put the ornaments away. They’re currently piled in a gift bag.
Day 3 – Sunday
I felt particularly awful on Sunday and just barely drug myself to Church. This was the first time we’ve made it to church in weeks. I felt like I had the flu (except for the fever and the whole throwing up part) so I knew I wasn’t really sick, as in contagious, but I still felt horrible. I was a lector at church so I HAD to go because I’m tired of feeling like crap all the time. Read more…
