As you know, I have had some relief from the headaches for about a week, since I started back with the chiropractor. They were present, dull, low key, but not debilitating. That is, until last night.
It hit about 8pm, and eventually became the worst headache of all. Advil did not touch it, nor did the heating pad on my neck, the hot tub, or sleep.
In fact, sleep was sketchy, the pain kept waking me up.
So as soon as the doctor's office opened, I was on the phone. They took me in mid morning.
I figured it was time to go BACK to my regular doctor, and say, HEY. We need to get to the bottom of this. It ain't right.
So he sent me off to the hospital for lab work, testing all kinds of stuff, including lyme disease, rheumatoid arthritis, and lupus. And he is working hard to schedule an MRI. Unfortunately, it isn't easy to do the day before Thanksgiving, but if it doesn't happen today, it said he would shoot for Friday.
He also gave me a prescription for Fioricet, which though addictive, is usually good for headaches.
KEY WORD. USUALLY.
I might as well have taken an M & M. In fact, I would have rather.
It didn't touch this screaming, pounding, monster behind my eyes.
After a few restless hours on the couch, I gave up.
Even though I had a nurse.
He stayed like this, with his head buried under my arm, for 2 hours.
Until I decided that I would make pies, since my head was about to burst anyway, how could it hurt. If I could get through it, I would.
And in fact, I think it took my mind off it for a little bit. Once I got into the process I knew I could get them done: an apple pie, a pumpkin, a chocolate cream, all ordered specifically by one family member or another.
So one way or another, we are going to get to the bottom of this pain, sooner than later I hope.
In the meantime, I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving.
I'll keep you posted.