I have started writing this post a hundred times. I’ve tried writing it in essay form, in poem form, in rant form… Nothing comes out right. So here it is: I’m just going to tell you everything I’m thinking and hope it works as therapy for me.
My head hurts all the time. All the time. All the time. I told my friend today that, sure, I do everything I normally do. What am I supposed to do? I used to rest when I got a headache. So maybe I should climb in bed and hope it goes away? Most of the time it’s more of a nagging pain. It gets annoying in the way that you’d get annoyed if someone tapped you on the shoulder incessantly all day, every day. You can do what you need, but sometimes you just want to scream. But if you scream, you run the risk of that tap becoming a whack with a hammer. I don’t want to complain, but that’s all I feel like doing sometimes. Especially because headaches make you tired. All the time. I had a nice run of very slight headaches and it was amazing how much more motivation I had to make food, clean, and teach the kids.
Cough headaches: when you feel like your head will explode if you cough, bend over, sneeze, laugh, or sometimes they seem to happen for no reason. It’s like nothing I ever felt before – in a really specific place and it makes me want to vomit. I get these once or twice a day on a good day. The good news is, the pain is a burst and doesn’t stick around. But it can make my headache worse.
My ears have been constantly ringing as long as I can remember. Sometimes it’s just a hum in the background, other times I think that something in my house is actually making a ringing noise.
Speaking of noises, I hate them. Pretty much any noise makes me want to cringe. Do you know what it’s like to tell your kids not to laugh so loud? I waited for years to hear my own kids laughing in my house and now I have to ask them to be quiet. I love music, but there are days when even Joe Purdy is too loud. This makes me so freaking angry. I don’t want my “condition” to affect my family so much. It makes me wish that I didn’t exist sometimes because I feel so bad for asking for quiet all the time. “Mommy has a headache” repeated ad nauseum.
I want to be normal. I want to be normal. I want to be normal. (I was kind of hoping that might work like “there’s no place like home”…
Every morning, I take two Extra Strength Excedrin. I worry that I might cause rebound headaches and sometimes I try skipping the Excedrin but I always regret it. Every afternoon, I debate about taking more. I worry that I’ll cause liver damage or hurt my stomach (I’ve done that before) but my head hurts and I just want to feel normal. Excedrin helps sometimes, unless I wait too long to take it. So I usually take two more and hope for the best.
I’ve got a bunch of random things, too – my vision blurs a lot. I don’t know if I just need new contacts, but it’s getting really annoying. Sometimes, the room spins out of control. Of course, it’s just me and the vertigo episodes I get.
Every afternoon, I don’t want to make dinner. I try to make everything I can from scratch. We haven’t had store-bought bread for months (except the random loaf of rye for Reuben sandwiches) because I like making bread. I try to have healthy dinners for my family every night, but to be honest, I’d rather just get Taco Bell or something I don’t have to make.
I try to write something funny and my fingers type the wrong things – the wrong letters, the wrong words, whatever. I’m so frustrated because I hate feeling so inept.
I’ve done my traction 5/7 days for a few weeks. I’ve worn my collar at least that many days. I hate them both. My CTO vest has been sitting on my bedroom floor for a long time. I hate it the most.
The debate about what I should do next is long and boring. Suffice it to say, I’m grateful for the diagnosis from The Chiari Institute, but I don’t think I’ll be going back there. It didn’t feel like the right fit, if you know what I mean.
I feel like a child who’s been given options: Live with it, Use the collar/vest/traction more consistently longer to make sure I’ve given it a fair chance, Find a new doctor. And like a child, my choice is: I don’t like any of those choices. What are my other options?
Yet, now, instead of crawling into bed to cry (softly, so as not to make my head explode), I’m going to get up and make dinner.