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Health matters

I’m trying to put off gulping my migraine meds the minute I wake up, but it’s not going swimmingly. Some days, I’m able to stave off the headache, but sometimes, like today, my brain is throbbing very unpleasantly. It’s reaching the point where I need to take the meds or it’s going to get much worse.

Side Note: I used to take six Ibuprofen in response to a migraine. Obviously, that’s not a good thing to do nor is it effective, and it’s really hard on the liver, so I stopped. Instead, I started taking two Excedrin Migraine or the generic equivalent. Well, actually, three, but I cut back to two. Three is better, but two does the job as well. If I take it early enough, it drastically reduces the migraine if not eradicate it completely.

I read that Ibuprofen is more for generalized body pain rather than localized such as a migraine, which made sense to me. I discounted it as useful for migraines (both for me and in a general sense), but now I’ve read an article that it can actually help some people with migraines–50% of them. So, it’s useless to me, but not for others, apparently.

I worry about taking Excedrin Migraine every day.¬† The Googles has given me a long list of possible side effects to each of the three main drugs in it. The basic gist is that I should ask my doctor–which I will when I find a new one. My old one left, and I haven’t found a new one yet because it’s such a pain in the ass. I have a laundry list of things to ask my new doc, which isn’t making me any more eager to find one.

I’m worried that my health isn’t going to get any better. Or rather, this is the new base that I have to accept. I’ve dealt with being dairy-free and gluten-free, and it’s fine for the most part. Caffeine-free was much harder to do, but I’m fine with it now. I am having a very difficult time with the idea that I may have to give up something else as well. I’ve already given up so much! Do I really need to eschew, say, onions? I also feel like a whiny baby because I don’t have Celiac disease, and there are others who have it much worse. Yes, I know it’s not a competition, but I feel like a punk for not being able to soldier through. It doesn’t help that I am friends with several high-functioning people, and I can’t help but compare myself to them.


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The Skin So Fragile

sickness be gone
Go on without me.

I am sick. I hate being sick, and I’m a whiny bitch when it happens. Which seems to be more often than is warranted. I woke up feeling a bit wonky*, but I soldiered on. After class that night, however, I felt draggy and low energy. I went home and thought I could just sleep it off. No. I felt worse and worse that night until I fell into an uneasy sleep.

I woke up feeling that specific, “I’m about to get sick” feeling. It wasn’t sickness itself, no, but the precursor to it. I skipped class, flopped on the couch, and snuggled with my cats while watching¬†Poirot. I was miserable and gross and felt flashes of heat. I dozed off from time to time, and I did a good imitation of a rag doll for most of the day.

Today, I felt even worse when I woke up. I have no energy, and I only did a light routine. I’m having alternate heat flashes and cold sweats, and I’m miserable as a dog. I don’t do sickness well, even if I don’t say anything. I’m a sour bitch in my head, and I would rather be hurt than sick. Speaking of hurt, I jammed the pinkie finger on my right hand when I was trying to save my water bottle from falling out of the freezer. So now I have matching aching pinkie fingers.
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