The Migraine War

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Imagine this nut is your head. And this vice . . . is a migraine.

According to Migraine.com, “In the U.S., more than 37 million people suffer from migraines. Some migraine studies estimate that 13 percent of adults in the U.S. population have migraines, and 2-3 million migraine suffers are chronic. Almost 5 million in the U.S. experience at least one migraine attack per month, while more than 11 million people blame migraines for causing moderate to severe disability.”

I have been battling migraines since my early twenties. Unfortunately, as I get older, my migraines have gotten more frequent and more debilitating. In fact, today, I had one while on vacation with my family and had to be left behind in a darkened hotel room with ear plugs in place and a sign on the door, no housekeeping please. It’s not the first time I’ve missed out on something with the kids because, “Mommy has a headache today,” and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

“Take some Excedrin and get back to business.” If only it were that simple. If you get migraines or know someone who does, you understand that over-the-counter pain relievers do not even make a dent in the pain. Sometimes Hydrocodone can knock me out long enough for the migraine to pass, and a couple times a shot of morphine at the ER has done the trick.

Preventive medicine has had mixed results. For a while I was taking Topimax (normally prescribed for folks who suffer from seizures) . It worked at keeping the migraines at bay, but the side effects were miserable: kidney stones and liver cysts, hallucinations, tingling hands and feet, and horrific brain fog. They don’t call it “Dopimax” for nothing. When I first started taking it, I snapped out of one stupor to find I’d been brushing my teeth for twenty minutes. Despite my uber-white smile, I decided to trade out the Topimax for rational thought.

These days I’ve been managing with daily high doses of magnesium and Vitamin D and Imitrex shots and pills. It works. But only if those shots and pills are timed just right. If I don’t catch the migraine when it first starts, I just end up with the dizzy, racing-heart side effects of the medication on top of the migraine pain.

A strategy that has been semi-successful is the headache diary. It’s been helpful to keep a log of the things that I’ve eaten and the things I’ve done on the days preceding and during a migraine. The result? A crazy-long list of headache triggers, which I share with you now in no particular order:

Dehydration, Aspartame, Sucralose, Alcohol (especially wine and beer), Flashing lights, Wearing 3D glasses, Monosodium Glutamate, More than 26 mg of caffeine in 24 hours, Grape juice, Monthly hormone fluctuations, the Summer Solstice, the Winter Solstice, Cigarette smoke, Staying out in the hot sun for 5+ hours at temps greater than 90 degrees Fahrenheit, Sinus infections, Mold, Not eating for 10+ hours, Stress lasting multiple consecutive days, Vigorous workouts, Pinching neck nerves, Lima beans.

OK, lima beans don’t trigger my migraines. I just hate their nastiness and avoid them at all costs.

So, some of these triggers are completely within my control and I successfully avoid them. And others, not so much. As an Earthling, it’s a bit difficult to avoid the solstices.

If you have a migraine sufferer in your life you can help by listening and avoiding insensitive comments such as, “It’s just a headache” or “Get some sunshine and fresh air” or “Reduce the stress in your life” or “have you tried XYZ? It worked for a friend of mine”.  Because a migraine is not just a headache, and going outside can often be a trigger or exacerbate the pain, and even a stress-free, meditation-filled, yoga lover will still suffer from migraines, and chances are, the person has been afflicted with migraines for decades and has tried everything. Every. Thing.

Hypnosis. Been there. Acupuncture. Done that. Biofeedback. Yep. Drugs. Tends to be the first recommendation from the medical professionals, so, yes. And too many other “remedies” to mention.

The best thing I’ve done recently for myself is find a doctor who specializes in migraine treatment. It’s nice to have a physician who speaks the language of migraines. It’s nice to have a physician who doesn’t look at me like I’m a nut when I tell him I can’t drive underneath the canopy of a tree-line road while the sun is shining. “Perfectly understandable,” he says. “I bet you can’t watch the new Transformers movie in IMAX 3D either.”

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Delinquent Blog Writer Turns In Self

dreamstime_xs_40481396blogEver notice when you pick up a bad habit it’s easier to keep it than shed it? Yeah, my bad habit is ignoring my blog. This time, for a couple months. I know. I give no warning. Disappear. Then try to pick up the pieces of a blog that’s feeling the pangs of rejection from it’s very own mama.

Here I offer up my top 5 excuses; or as I like to say to that sweet police office writing me a speeding ticket, my “Mitigating Circumstances.”

1. That cough-up-a-lung illness that was going around. I am a germ-magnet. Not only did I catch it, but it decided we needed to have a “relationship” that lasted 5 weeks.

2. Normally, I teach 2-4 independent studies in the Spring Semester on top of my regular credit hour load. This Spring I did 9. *Thumps Head*

3. Three kids. The oldest is a senior in highschool, the middle one runs on Energizer rabbit batteries, and the youngest is currently channeling Cersei Lannister (the attitude, not the extracurricular activities). I know, it could be worse. Could be Joffrey. Or that Ramsay guy.

4. I started a children’s publishing company with my parents, because you know, I don’t have enough stuff crammed into my life. Then I wrote 2-1/3 books for the publishing company to publish. Yeah, that 1/3 is a WIP I’m still working on.

5. When faced with the choice of writing for the blog or taking a nap, I’ve napped. Because, well, see excuses 1-4.

So why are things different now? Well, my semester is over. My oldest is poised to get his drivers license and his HS diploma. *Fist Pump* My other two kids can play outside all day because the temperature in Rockford is finally above freezing. With a renewed respect for germs, I’m starting to rub elbows instead of shaking hands. And that little publishing company is in its third trimester, ready to birth some books into the world.

LET’S BLOG!

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The Pent Up Writer

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My college semester is in full swing. I know this because as of Valentine’s Day I’ve conducted 306 assessments (in lay person’s terms, that means I’ve been grading a lot) with no end in sight. So how’s the writer part of me get the time to, you know, write?

I’ve always had to squeeze writing into my life which already bustles with teaching, parenting, husband-time, driving, cleaning the house (okay, only once in while for this one–I’m not a cleaner, I know this about myself), and fighting off illness. Then there’s those other distractions: cats on the internet, Game of Thrones on HBO (all the characters in various stages of bat-sh@# crazy, with swords), The Walking Dead on AMC (all the characters in various stages of dead, plus bat-sh@# crazy, some also with swords).

So, I didn’t write for almost three weeks. And like an addict, I went through withdrawal. Constantly musing about my not writing. Muttering under my breath, “I need to write something”. Talking about writing and then not-writing. Reading about writing and then not-writing. Writing a blog post about not writing. Wait. That sorta counts as writing.

My angst reached critical mass last weekend. I woke up at least a dozen times Saturday night with a brand new fully formed story playing in my head that would not let me go. I kept pushing back, whining, “I’ll get to you in the morning. Please, just let me sleep!” At 3 AM I finally gave up the fighting and the sleeping. I scribbled out that story from start to finish in one five hour blazing burst. Then I went back and revised and edited another five hours.

Which is completely unlike me. My usual writing style is to rough draft a little, pick a little, rough draft some more, pick some more. The same pattern over the course of weeks, months, (yes, years for my first novel). Critiqued, revised, beta read, fine tuned adds on another four to six months. My creative burner is normally “slow and steady wins the race.” I am the tortoise who gets there eventually.

But not this week my friend. This week I was the hare.

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