So, I finally went for that CT scan. Yet more radiation. I swear I’m going to glow in the dark soon.. or that my head will, it’s the place that’s had all the X-Rays.
I often idly wonder how many X-Rays you can have before you start turning into a mouldering zombie look-a-like and what the warning signs of X-ray induced zombification might be. Maybe I’ll wake up one morning and leave my top jaw and teeth behind on the pillow - now that would be a big clue, for sure.
But I digress.
The CT scan turned out normal. Which is a relief. I had wondered many times if all the stress on my old noggin’ because of these headaches might’ve done some damage, but apparently everything in my brain is where it’s supposed to be and the colour/size/shape it should be. Mind you CT scans can’t diagnose migraine, they can only let the doctor know what you HAVEN’T got. So that means I don’t have any aneurysms or growths or other nasties inside my head… thank goodness.
The headaches though, still continue unabated. The pain in my head is down to a dull roar right now and I’ve not gotten any work done on my Tarot “leaflet” (that’s the codeword for my book) for a few days now because it’s hard to concentrate when it feels like someone is sticking a screwdriver through the back of your eyeball and extracting it through the back of your head, temple, neck or jaw - Just pick a spot - they alternate to keep the fun times rolling!!
I also just learned why the pain medications I swallow don’t work either. Apparently in some people migraines shut down the sympathetic nervous system, which means my stomach stops digesting and the pain meds never get to where they can be used before the nausea caused by the migraine induced vertigo has them right back out again. Yay!! Go sympathetic nervous system!! You don’t even notice it, until it stops working. Ugh.
For now I’ll just keep on going and hope I wake up headache-free. That would be bliss. So would a good night’s sleep, as people are starting to ask if I feel ok and they’re commenting on how “tired” I look, which I know is code for, “you look like crap.” At least next week Debra, my dear sweet hersband, has organised an aromatherapy massage at the Spa for me.. I may have chronic migraine right now, but I also have lots of love in my life - and I know that in the end love’s going to win out and kick the shit out of the migraines - but very gently and armed with lavender oil.
Yes, I’m still an optimist. That’s one thing that being sick has taught me, even if I have to wire own my zombified jaw back on with string.