Ok, so I didn’t have a puzzle piece in my tummy, but I had a puzzle going on in my head. So, after over a month of experimenting with NSAIDS and triptans the inevitable came–a week in the hospital. It was one of those difficult decisions that I knew I needed to make. There was no way around it. I think that is why I didn’t have the usual anxiety that precedes a trip to the hospital.
During hospitalizations past I have been a bundle of anxiety. It was the last thing that I wanted to do. I would beg the doctors to try something else, anything, just don’t send me to the hospital. I would be afraid. The sounds, the nurses, the medications, the loneliness. The loneliness is the hardest. My husband, and in the past my family, were only able to visit a couple hours a day. I was alone the rest of the day. Alone with my thoughts and my fears. What if this doesn’t work? What if my headache comes back when I get home? It’s a lot to worry about when you’re supposed to be relaxing and healing.
But this time seemed different. With our lack of health insurance I knew that my doctor’s hand’s were tied as far as outpatient treatment was concerned. I had been preparing myself for several weeks for the hospitalization. I was relaxed about going in. I was relieved about going in. After nearly two months of intractable migraine I was ready for relief. I made the call and said I was ready. And I went in the same day.
I’m not saying that those same things that made me anxious weren’t still there. I’m not saying that I didn’t cry once or twice when it was time for my husband to leave for night, or I didn’t lay alone listening to my IV pump wondering if this treatment would be successful, but this time I was I didn’t let it get to me. Instead of getting anxious about those things, I stayed positive. Instead of counting the treatments and mentally ticking them off like some prisoner, I did my best to redirect my thoughts. And his time felt much better this time than I ever have before.
Unfortunately the treatment was not a complete success. I did go home with a headache, though not a migraine. The hospital doctor explained it to me in two ways. One–there would be some carry over from the medication they had given me in the hospital so I could expect a little more improvement in the next day or two. Two–I was still suffering from rebound headache due to all the pain relievers I’d been taking over the past two months (I’m saving rebounds for another discussion). I must say that my headache has greatly improved since I’ve been home. No, I’ve not had a headache-free day, but who of us has. But I’ve been able to live. And I think that is the least that any headache sufferer can ask for.
