so yesterday was a fun experience to say the least. i woke up with a clear head only to have a good morning at work followed by the onslaught of pain. i was stuck at work, again with no meds (how many times before i figure out to have them on me at all time) and it was becoming unbearable. i walked around with a brick of ice on my head for about an hour before another grad student reminded me that my thesis proposal was due about a day ago. so i feverishly worked to hand it in, caught a bus half alive and almost got sick on the one past elmvale. by the time i had reached my door i was having hot and cold flashes and couldn't stand up anymore. i'm out of zomig so i down about 100mg of imitrex and called it a day. otherwise known as 'day two' of being unable to do work that i really need to get done because my head is out of commission. two baths later i was asleep.
day three has been interesting. i woke up and promptly forgot to take the cocktail they've prescribed to me. the right side of my head and neck feel bruised from pain but i've been on and off all day. i was in and out of pain while my supervisor was dragging me at great lengths through his selection of wording and font sizes on a ppt presentation this morning. after lunch i could feel it coming back full force and had a coworker drive me home just in time to fall victim to pills again & more icepacks and sleep. here we are, mid battle ground of day 3.
the amitryptiline has increased my nausea & i'm increasingly sensitive these days to light, sound and smell. jolting on the bus rides home, the digging of the broken bell on the bus and the slamming of the doors all have me at their mercy. gotta love living in the city.
