I was mostly dead all day yesterday with the worst migraine I've had in years. It started Wednesday afternoon, and I would have liked to go to bed right away, but I had to meet B to take care of some financial stuff and sign a million documents.
Finally, at 8:00 I was able to take a pain pill and curl up in bed with an ice pack on my head. I had to get up early for an appointment with my new neurologist, which went ok, feelings of nausea aside. He countermanded all my old doctor's instructions and told me I could take Imitrex as needed and didn't limit the amount I could take. He also told me I didn't have to give up caffeine or exercise every day. He also didn't try to put me on any preventive medicines, which was a relief. I was glad not to have to argue with another doctor about why I didn't want to be on a daily medicine.
After my appointment I went home and tucked back into bed for the rest of the day. Fortunately, B, bless his little heart, was able to take the day off and stay home to help. He took Lily to her beloved "ballelet" class; it was "Parent Watching Day," so he was able to see the performance they had been practicing.
I emerged in time for dinner, ate some pizza - the first food I'd had since the day before - and immediately regretted it. After bathing the kids, I shooed them into the living room to B and crawled back into bed with another ice pack.
There were times in the middle of night that I truly thought the migraine would never end. I'd taken as much medication as I was allowed in 24 hours, but it hadn't worked. I wasn't sure what I should do next. Fortunately, I fell asleep after a few hours and woke up feeling moderately better.
My migraine is gone, but I still feel completely wiped out. As soon as Campbell falls asleep for his nap, I'm going back to bed for an hour or so. Perhaps I'll feel better then. I'm just hoping it's another few years before I have a migraine like this again.