I got in three good sets while my health was good before my headaches started to return with calm vengeance. It wasn’t enough of a return to be concerning, and I still have another few days before I see Neurologist-Number-Two/Doctor-Number-Eight or -Nine, if my symptoms continue to worsen at the pace they were before. I still feel sick and tired, but at least I’m somewhat more mobile than I was before my emergency room trip
“I see that you are becoming sicker by the day and I am very sorry this is taking the time it has taken.” While I advocate for learning to endure the minor stressors of life, when all that shit piles up, without any hope of seeing through it, that’s when you take all that evidence, and say to everyone in the most work-safe, politically-correct way possible: what the actual fuck? I’m sick of being sick.
I’ve amassed a small collection of prescription pill bottles over the past few months. It’d be wasteful to recycle them if they still have use. Years back, I put together some rowing machine tools and used some pill bottles for toothpicks and q-tips. Now, I’ve found another use for them: assorted flossing and toothpick holders. I can start using them once I’ve cleaned out the bottle of any medicine residue. How about for sticky labels?
In 2013, ‘I was unemployed and looking for work, so I thought it would be a good idea to work at a thrift store. I thought it would be fun. I was wrong.’ I’ve written about some of these experiences years later, but I uncovered this essay from that time, so let’s read, together, my thoughts on working there. I’ll edit anything out that’s too personal or too weird, otherwise, this was how it was like…
As I wrote about in “Headache’s Root Cause,” I had been subconsciously wanting a spot where I could just roll around on the carpet and stretch my muscles as I read. I might be a fidgety reader, so having a place where I can stretch my muscles, stretch my mind, then rest both has been helpful for me. I’m not sure of the best reading-on-the-floor posture yet, so I just read however it feels comfortable.
I’ve found that if I push myself too far in any direction for any period of time, invariably, I will end up receiving additional symptoms. My pressure headaches were going on long enough that eye headaches/migraines started occurring. If I can fix both, great, but half of it will be with rest, and the other half is through not getting sicker with random colds, flus, or other irritants that could prevent me from feeling better.
“It is also important to note that overuse of medications such as [acetaminophen cocktails] can actually worsen headache frequency and duration.” Doctor-Number-One didn’t believe I had headaches. Only after I ordered him to did he prescribe me something – a generic over-the-counter – and what I received was this huge bottle of generic medication, “to be used every eight hours as needed for pain.” How does that fix the problem? These OTCs don’t solve our root causes.
While engaging in my third-favorite-activity, exploring the world as I will at my own pace, [first-favorite-activity: writing, then reading,] when walking by flowers after returning to my Viridi digital flower gardens, I now “get” the idea of having digital – and real – flowers. I’m not yet ready for the responsibility of raising real flowers, but Viridi can teach that sense of daily responsibility, which taps into the same discipline mindset as working toward your dreams daily.
“Oh, cool, that nausea was actually a serious medical emergency… glad that’s cleared up.” When I took Ondansetron for nausea that my nine+-day migraine induced, all it did was make everything worse, including give me nausea, serious stomach pain, and spread the headache to my neck, as I wrote about while experiencing it in the mostly-incoherent “Tripping On Ondansetron.” I’m not taking that anymore. Meloxicam, by comparison, isn’t as exciting. These headaches are still here…
Side effects may cause headaches. Although my migraines have gone away, now I have a stiffness along the left side of my head and, nope, my migraine is back. Cool. This is the life I’m living right now. I have few alternatives. I have next to no sick leave and FMLA won’t guarantee I get to keep my job. I wouldn’t even be doing it to slack off. I’d be legit trying to get better.