I am lying here (since Wednesday) and I just cannot sleep. Have you ever been tired all the time but you can’t sleep? I am lying on my back with my knees raised holding my powerbook because if I sat up to write my head would start to get dizzy probably after 5 minutes. That is the length of time I am good standing upright. I just came back from getting a role, and some lemonade. I cant stand the Gatorade I have been forced to drink so I switched to lemonade. By now I am told that is fine with my system.
So what exactly happened you might ask? Well Wednesday morning I thought I was fine. Tuesday I had a bit of a headache and went to bed early but that happens every so often. It all started about an hour before a meeting I was going to have with our phone integrator’s. I started getting the sign’s of a MIGRANE. I thought ok, I just dealt with a major network problem and I didn’t sleep that well the night before (due to the last headache) so lets medicate what appeared to be a migraine coming on. So I took some zomig. It was too late by then. I took it too late. I got back to my desk and within 15 minutes I started feeling the headache come on full strength. I called Gus and told him that I was missing the meeting and then never left my desk.
First I put my head down and just tried to remain very still. That didn’t work. The next section of this blog will get graphic in the detailed bodily function type of way. If you don’t stand for that sort of thing skip to another entry). The lying still didn’t do anything. I started getting really dizzy and got an upset stomach. A little while later I threw up for the first time. I don’t know how long it was from when everything started to the time I puked but it felt like forever. The thing is I thought I was going to puke for a while. I wished I didn’t because the act of throwing up is not a pleasant one. On the other hand I also wanted it to happen in the hopes of feeling a little better after it was done. Well I did feel a bit better, but not much. I remember feeling very numb. I also remember sweating allot. I lied with my head down for what felt like hours (but it wasn’t) and threw up a few more times. By then I had someone (I think Keith) get my sweatshirt and I used that to put my head on. Then I just got onto the floor and lied on the sweatshirt. By then I knew I was living through a major migraine breakout. Now I get migraine headaches. But with preventative medication and the stuff I take when I feel one coming on I don’t normally get a full on migraine. If I do I usually get fair warning signs and am able to get home in time. This one came on so fast that I had no time to get anywhere. The medication also had no effect.
By this time everyone seemed to be getting worried. Gus wanted to know if there was anything to do? Cari who also gets them wanted to help. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think I was going to make it home and that was the logical place to go. I called my dad from the floor of my office. I was calm until I got him on the phone. Then I just broke down and cried. I didn’t know what to do and I was in so much pain. He told me to go home and try to rest. That was the only thing he would have told me then. He told me later that he was very worried and was almost ready to have me come to the Montie ER. Gus wanted to send me to the ER. I just wanted to sleep. I asked cari to call a car service and I hoped I would make it home without puking again.
I physically could not get up when the time came to get the car. I got to my knee’s and went back down again I think. I also think I puked again. By this time it was just bile and dry heaving. The worst king of puking. Cari helped me to the car and I don’t know how I made it home. I just had the wind blowing on my face and felt numb the whole time. I made it to my apartment complex before I puked again. Thankfully car provided a bag in the chance that I had a problem. I puked in the car for a while and then in the elevator. Some old women wanted to know if I was ok. She did this while holding the door open on her floor. I was telling her I was fine while I was thinking get out of the way lady and let me get to my floor so I can lie down. I know she meant well, but lets keep the sick guy waiting.
I honestly don’t know how I made it home. I got to my apartment and threw up one more time before collapsing on my bed. I must of finally been able to fall asleep because the next thing I know it was 5PM or so. I actually felt a bit better. That looking back was the calm before the storm. At the time I thought it was a migraine and that was all. Exactly what happened last week. History was painfully repeating itself. The next morning at 2 am I was sadly mistaken. I still felt sick. I actually felt worse than I did at 5PM the night before. I couldn’t eat, my head was killing me.
I called my dad. He said it was most likely still the flu, and that I probably didn’t get it out of my system from the week before and it came back to get me. That was probably what caused the migraine. He also later told me that relapses are worse. And he was correct. I spent the entire day Thursday and Friday morning in agony. I couldn’t eat all day Thursday. I drank a little Gatorade my dad brought me. I tried some toast, but I was in too much pain. By Friday at like 1AM I felt a bit better and ate more toast. I felt crappy again at 9AM but according to my dad sounded allot better. That as the breaking point. I if didn’t improve I would have been taken to the hospital and put on an IV. I hadn’t ate anything that I kept down since Tuesday.
By mid Friday I got enough strength to get my powerbook out of my bag and plug it in next to my bed. I listened to music most of Friday. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t. either it made the time pass or I fell asleep because the day went faster. I was also in allot less pain.
Dad brought more Gatorade and toast Friday afternoon and hung out again. He came Thursday for a while but I don’t remember much of the visit. Friday I sat on the floor and actually talked and ate for a little while before getting dizzy again. For someone who was so tired I could not sleep. Thursday or Friday night sleep was difficult. I tossed and turned from 2AM Saturday till 9AM when I couldn’t sleep anymore. I tried some TV. I was able to do that till like 11AM. Then I had to lie down again. I am still so dam tired. I listened to more music this afternoon, but the elusive sleep didn’t come. It almost did I think, but I got a phone call. I never could get in that relaxed position again.
My Mom and Dad just called they are coming over with some dinner for me. I have been on bread only since Tuesday and I want real food. They are bringing me grilled chicken with nothing on it. I am told no BBQ sauce or anything since I don’t want to upset my stomach again. If that works out, I can try normal food tomorrow. I am eager to get normal food again. I think not eating anything but bread is keeping me weak. My dad say’s it may be we need to take it slow. I stopped drinking the Gatorade and switched to lemonade. I cannot stand Gatorade. It just doesn’t taste right. My dad likes it because he says it is flavored IV solution. It is also probably what kept me out of the hospital. I am told I was about 3-6 hours away from going there. At the time I didn’t care about going to the hospital. I was more worried how I was going to survive the trip? Moving at all hurt.
It is now Saturday evening and I am still tired. Dinner should arrive any second. My parents just called. I just refilled the lemonade squirt bottle I have by my bed. Still sleep eludes me.
My dad says I should take it easy this weekend. Like I would be able to do anything else? He says I should play it by ear about going to work Monday. As of now he is saying not to go. He wants me 100% before I go back. I agree but I don’t know if I can miss another day. I have the vacation time. That is not the problem. I just have allot going on. Maybe I will work from home. I will see how I feel Sunday night I guess.
Through all of this I missed Morgan coming to visit my parents 2 days in a row. I also missed out on babysitting for her. Man that kid is growing up. My sister took her to a pumpkin patch today. I hope to get pictures. That will be cute.
That’s it for now. More later when I can sit up and do this. My neck is starting to hurt propped up on these pillows.
