Last week was an exhausting week, as I wrote about. The Wednesday after that last post, I was done. D.O.N.E. I got back to the hotel around 4:30pm, put my jammies on and crawled in bed. I was SO shaky and dizzy and tired. I didn't take my acthar because I was afraid it would make things worse, and I just couldn't afford that last week. I got a good night's sleep and I was better on Thursday, but still WAY more tired that I normally am.
insomnia + migraine = HELL
This was the kind of migraine that makes you vomit (which I did), makes you nauseous (which I was) and makes you "feel" every single sound (which I did). Hell doesn't really describe it actually. And it felt like it would never end. The pain was constant, with no relief to be had. I eventually took 2 sleeping pills Sunday night and got some sleep, expecting to wake up Monday feeling better. I've had migraines before, and they usually only last a day, so I was expecting normalcy for Monday. But no no nooooooo....that would be too GOOD. THIS is what I woke up to:
Oh yeah...I'm sporting the "Rocky Balboa" look. I still felt like hell. I couldn't go to work (how in the hell would I explain THIS???)....hell I could barely drive myself to the doctor, but I did. No appointment...just walked in, determined to wait until someone could see me. Eventually I got in to see another doctor (my normal pcp was booked for the day), and I told him what was going on. He took a look at my mouth (my tongue ripe with flush still...awesomesauce) and said I looked dehydrated, and sent me to the ER to get some fluids.
I walked downstairs to the ER, got a couple bags of fluids, and was sent merrily on my way. The nursing staff kept saying, "you feel better, don't you?" as though they were trying to convince me that I should feel better, and I kept telling them no, but what else could they do? They had no idea about my history. They told me my labs were normal, which then led me to believe that they were crazy because I hadn't taken my meds since Saturday morning (and I KNOW my potassium would've been low because of that).
Anyway, I came home and tried and tried to sleep it off, but with pain like that, you just can't sleep. So I caved. I took an Aleve. Actually...I took 2 of them. And that's all it took to make me feel better. Two little pills that I'm not supposed to take made all the difference in the world.
What's making me crazy is that those two little pills could end up resulting in bad test results next week. Did I do the right thing? Well, I think for me, I did. I couldn't miss more work...I don't WANT to miss any more work, especially not right now...while I'm so new. And I'm not comfortable sharing my illness at this point....this job is fairly high-profile, and I just can't risk it right now, and I don't want to. I'm SICK of these kidneys, and am ready to "off" them. I know...I sound crazy, and dramatic, but I'm totally serious. Why in the HELL am I trying to save these things again? Is this the quality of life I should expect? Should I just "deal" with it and not live? Well, I just can't. I'm sick of being sick. Screw these kidneys.
Dear god...these pictures even freak me out, and I look at this mug every single day. Look how ROUND it is!!! I won't post pics of my personal flotation device, but it's impressive. How else could go for 3 days without eating and not lose any weight? Freakin' ridiculous.
I finally was able to back to work yesterday...my eyes were still puffy, so I told people I had an allergic reaction to something. I felt awful lying...seriously. It's not easy keeping it quiet when I've always been so open about it. I have to be very conscious of what I say. I've got my 24-hr urine collection next Thursday. Before this job, I had no problem saying I needed to work from home because I had a pee test. I guess I'm lucky that I don't have to justify it now...working from home is a viable option for me.
I'm sure that everyone with a chronic illness goes through these highs and lows. I happen to be in a valley right now, but I'll rise up....I just have to work through some things first. Guess it's time to see my therapist :) I haven't seen her in 5 weeks due to family visits and this new job, and I kinda miss talking to her.