Okay bloggy internets. I need help. Shut up - not like that. So the last few posts have been over the top. This is a different need for help.
Seventeen years ago I was preparing to get married. Finishing my wedding dress, ordering flowers - all the fun stuff. I also visited my doctor (the first in a long string of horrid physicians, broken only since moving to Tulsa) to discuss birth control. He started me on the pill. No big deal, right?
Except I got a migraine. And another one. And another. I'd never had migraines before. I thought I'd die. I got them every week, with three or four headaches a week. I didn't like it very much. At all.
So I went back to my doctor and told him I'd like my dose decreased, please. This was, after all, why I started the pill a few weeks before the wedding - to make sure it didn't disagree with me. Couldn't we do something? His response was so sweet and loving. Take some Tylenol. Um. I did. It didn't work.
This went on for a bit, my having migraines and near daily headaches. Still not liking it. Doctor still not listening. So I stopped taking the little pill. Lessee ... I'd been married about six months at that time. Maybelline came along about 10 months later.
Funny thing is, while pregnant I don't recall ever having a headache. While nursing I had killer migraines that would take me out for DAYS. All three kids this happened. Worst headaches of my life were while nursing. Since then, and between babies, the migraines have occurred about once a month. I looked it up this weekend. It's called a hormone migraine. Something about fluctuating estrogen.
For awhile I went along in pain, popping Excedrin, experiencing relief. I could keep them at bay. Excedrin was my friend. Then the tension headaches started. Occasionally at first. Then weekly. Now I get headaches several times a week. Not debilitating, but not pretty, either. I don't like them.
These headaches, they congregate in my neck and jaw. The migraines wake me about four AM. They last about three days. All others come at any time of day. One side of the face, into the neck and jaw, to the back of my skull. Heat is helpful. Excedrin is sometimes helpful, but no longer always works.
I've gone along thinking it's still infrequent. But it's not. It's often now. I make excuses, attributing it to different things. I'm not a big picture person, as a rule, so it took the Hunny pointing out the frequency of the headaches for me to realize it.
Being who I am, I sat to Google. It seems that, yes, I'm victim to the hormone headache. Mean, rude thing. Good to know, after all these years, that it's real. I also get nasty tension headaches. The good thing about those is that if I talk things through or cry, they tend to go away. The bad thing is, I don't really like to talk things through or cry. It also seems I'm victim to the rebound headache. That Excedrin is its slave driver. That I have to put down my little green bottle of pain relief and walk away.
So I'm wondering if anyone else out there has experienced this? How you weaned yourself from your pain relief? Because I am NOT looking forward to it. It hurts, people! Just last week, during one of the headaches, I waited and waited, trying to relax, for about four hours, before reaching for the green bottle. It was too much. I'm thinking of just taking one tablet for awhile instead of two. But I'd really appreciate input from someone who's been here and done this.
Thank you all. I know this isn't the Monday funny you might have expected. I think I broke my funny last week. Over and out.
Until I write again ...
P.S. For the one person who will ask about my wedding dress, yes, I did make it myself. Took three months. I'm grateful to my mom, who made a mock up in muslin to show me what it would look like on. The pattern was very Princess Di, even though her wedding was ten years earlier. The sleeves cut me at the hip, making my ample CBH's (child bearing hips) look even larger. The filmy ruffles were gross. Several things just weren't right about the original pattern. So once it was on, Mom pointed out the flaws and suggested fixes. I think I listened in every instance, and the result was a dress in which I felt like a queen. Here's a photo of a photo. And yes, there were 40 yards of satin ruffle.