…and Another. Will this be something I continually get?

March 25th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

Last week, I suffered from yet another migraine. Shit. I thought there might have been a chance that this was something that wasn’t going ot continue to happen. No such luck. This was going to be something I would just have to live with for a while. Oh joy.

I was coming close to the end of my work day when I started to get a headache. Which wasn’t entirely unusual, it was something that I had sadly grown accustomed to. But this one felt different. Knowing that it could have been the difference between being in agony with a coldpack in a dark room or being able to be a functioning member of society the next day I scoured through my bag looking for that little blue box that contained a magical wafer thing that was supposed to suppress the onslaught of a migraine. Never having taken one before, I was unsure of the effects that were coming as a result of taking the said medication.

Seeing as I still had to make my way home (driving from the city) I thought it best to wait till I was safely in the confines of my room before opening this sucker and letting its magical properties be absorbed and begin to work.

I think I was home by 7ish, after driving home, and not being able to take my sunnies off the entire way (the car headlights and just general douchery of the world) I got in the house and just went straight to my room. I threw myself into the magical bedding that was in my room and wished for the world to end.

finally being able to muster the strength to get up, I chowed down  that wafer like a champion, closed the blinds and got into bed. This was when I was greeted with the 14 questions by my parents enquiring what had happened. After answering those , I was pretty ready to die, but I decided it would be best to take my med, turn all the lights off and have a shower in the dark. After successfully navigating the deathtrap that is my house, as I had no intention of opening my eyes, I made it to my room where I dressed for bed. Thinking it would be a good idea to have a drink of water handy (hey, water and headaches go hand in hand right?) I went to the bannister to find call out to my loving mother to fetch me a bottle.

There was no reply. So, without opening my eyes it was up to me to brave the trip down the stairs through several doors,  and out to the garage where the water was kept. Successfully managing to find myself clibming back up the stairs, I was greeted with a ‘do you need a hand?’ from my father. Now it wasnt his fault, and you might think I was/am kinda of a bitch for this, but I snapped, back a ‘no, I got it myself’. He has been ill, so really, I shouldnt be such an ingreatful little bastard. sorry dad.

Soon after, I can only assume the drugs I had just forced into my system had begun to take efect. I didnt remember anything till about 730am when I awoke to an exceptionally groggy head, and a desperate need for caffination.

I wasn’t going to work, there was no way. But luckily I had taken my laptop home and continued to work with sunnies on, in a darkened back room of the house.

Well…that was interesting

February 6th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

Last night I suffered from my first migraine. ever.

The best thing? I’m told it is most likely to be the first of many.

Watch out ladies, bad lungs, bad eyes, bad brain and bad skin. Ooh yeah, I’m a catch.

 

I had been working late the entire week, and it was time for the weekend, booya, a little time off to recharge. That’s what its for right? Only no, I was working most of Saturday and a bit of Sunday – all around getting to the shops to purchase a few essentials and the odd thing or two.

Sunday night was kinda ok, I mean I  was tired, but that was probably as a result of the long week, and I thought it prudent to get up early so I could get up and be in at work at a good time to set myself up for the week. Also, i had been on my new anti-depressants for all of about 4 days. WIN!  They had possibly been something that was making me tired – they did say on the packet that they caused drowsieness, and considering that when i took one, i was dead to the world within half an hour of taking them, haha.

I went to bed like normal, but a little earlier than usual. I had taken my pills like the good little pill pusher that i am, and went off to sleepy-times like any other night.

2am. I wake up, blistering headache. holy shit. what is this unholy of bitches bringing pain down on me? I take 2 panadole rapid tablets.

2.30am. No reprieve from the vengeful bitch that was pounding in my head.

3am. Fuck this. Took one of my anti-depressants. I mean they are/were given to me to stop me from getting the headaches, surely they could punish the foul bitch that was pounding inside my head.

3.30am still no luck. So i managed to find my way downstairs in the pitch black of the night. possibly a little adrenaline cursing through my veins, i found my way to the fridge and got out one of the cold packs that were nestled beneath the cheeses. score.

I grabbed some paper towels,  wrapped the cold pack and collapsed into bed with the cold pack attached to my forhead.

4.30am it was somewhere around this time that i actually passed out again. there was a god.

5am. my alarm goes off. time to go to work.

WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY. just 5 more minutes.

7am. Mum opens the door “Are you going to work?” shit. work. ok.

7.20 i had left home and i was approaching Sandringham Road near brighton le sands. and then stop. by 850am, i think  i had moved about 100m from the position i was in at 7.20am. By now the sun had come up and was reigning down a shitstorm of heat. i was stuck in traffic, and i was just about ready to stab the drivers of all the cars ahead of me on my trip to work.

Screw you guys, im going home.

Well, OK. The doctors.

I went to the doctors, but I had left my medicare card at home. The whore of a receptionist wasnt in a caring mood, but she soon would be if I wasn’t able to see the doctor. and by god i think the building would have known about it. I may have uttered the words ‘well if its too much trouble, you can shove it up your arse, and i’ll go somewhere else.’ Needless to say, i was sitting, waiting patiently for the next 2 hours in the quietest, darkest part of the reception area.

“You had a migraine” was my doctors final line. Which was pretty amazing, since i was on medication that was to stop me from getting headaches, and the like. how about that ay. So he perscribed me some Vitamin B2 pills and gave me a perscription to get some wafer things that are supposed to stop migraines. And a referral to go see a neurologist, who specialised in Headaches, Migraines and all of the associated issues.

Oh and the clincher, he was apparently eccentric and argumentative. win. no really. WIN.

My EYES! Zee goggles do notzing

February 4th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

Since I love nothing more than talking about me (well, you do have your own blog, on your own domain…) I thought it best to continue that mad awesome rollercoaster that is my eyesight and the fails that I’m having.

To give a little context as to what I’m seeing, this is it:

This is the main offending shirt.

Not entirely as jerky as that, but you get the picture.

It’s not pleasant by any means. But shit happens.

So i booked another appt to go see the doctor in December. no go. i had to come back in February. wtf? February? I was supposed to be on a drug trial for a month, and now i have to come back in 3 what good is that, the nurontin that they wanted me on to trial would hvae TOTALLY gone out of my system and they wouldnt be able to tell if that helped or just made it worse. whatever, i was over seeing doctors by this point.

But then, i wouldnt have anything to blog about if i stopped seeing doctors and having a fail with my eyes.

So, i went back and had my appointment on the 2nd February. It was rather surprising, i was able to get into see her within 20min of my appointment, and didnt have to wait 3 hours.

We sat and talked for a while, and then i got my head stuck in a big ass egg thing and my depth perception was tested. I supposedly passed, win!

Since the nurontin wasnt working, she wasnt entirely sure what to do. Her bright idea was ‘well i dont know whats going on with the visual issues you’re having…so im going to try and fix the headaches.’ umm sure ok. lets do that then, i mean they arent my main problem (the main thing being my issue of not being able to look straight at a person wearing checks…) but sure, it couldnt hurt.

So after finding out i was on Asthma medication, she wasnt able to put me on beta-blockers as that would just inflame the asthma more. fail.

The result was that i was to trial myself on some anti-depressants…despite not being depressed. sure, couldnt help, taking a drug that was for something, but wigged me over for something else. what could go wrong? Oh, and the best thing? She gave me a perscription for 10mg pills. and i was supposed to self medicate up to 75mg a day – till i found myself the right cocktail of meds.

Her parting note was if the chemist asks, just say they are for depression. Cause the other thing they use them for is bed wetting.

Are you developing a drug habit?

November 21st, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

It’s been a while, since I last posted about my drug habits, but well, that’s how Druggies are right? Unreliable? haha.

So I caved and purchased a course of the drugs that may or may not make me any better. It couldn’t hurt to try right?

After reading up on the drugs that I would be willing to take, and discussing the side effects with friends and family, I thought fuck it, they can deal with my mood swings and just general bitchyness for another month – cause what was going to be different, really?

I was prescribed 300mg tablets, 1 a day. After talking it through with my doctor, he suggested that I initially start on 100mg a day, and then after a week or so, up it to the full dose of 300 a day.

My first initial reactions were surprising. I was strangely moody, irritable, somewhat more sensitive to light and just had NO appetite for food whatsoever. Nothing was really interesting me to eat lots of it. But that might have been slightly around the fact I was starting to get a little stressed out at work, though I had no real reason to be, I’d just come back from a week away in the beautiful Malaysia.

After the first week, that’s when shit got real. I was then on 300mg a day. 1 in the morning, lunch and 1 just before bed. Straight away, I was feeling like an absolute sack of shit. Tired, bloated, not hungry and ready to stab someone at the first sign of any shit they were going to give me.

After the third week, I was used to feeling like nothing was any good, and I was pretty convinced that everyone was over my shit. But still I pressed on cause it was all for the greater good right?

After a long suffering (for both those around me and myself) I ended up finishing my course of drugs. I decided to look at the offending shirt that started all this mess. Yep. Still strobing. Shit.

I’ve called the doctor, who said that I should come back in December regardless of taking the drugs or not, just to see how my eyesight has progressed. I spoke to the very unhelpful lady on reception, probably only more concerned when her next donut was going to be coming. She told me that the first available appointment with the doctor wasnt until February. At the earliest. Srsly. WTF? I have to wait now, 3 months to find out that I’m sit ll screwed? I mean, I know I am, but that’s another 3 months of sitting, waiting, knowing that she isn’t going to be able to do anything for me. Bullshit. I have half a mind to go back to her, just to call her a mole and be done with it, but I also want to know what’s next? Do I take another course of the drugs just to see? I don’t know. And I won’t know until feb next year.

I also need to get a new referral. Why? Cause my last one ran out after three months. Deity having seen her 5 times this year over 6 months AND, despite the fact that I am an existing patient, I need a new referral. Sure. What’s another $40 from the GP to find out nothing about my eyes.

Oh well. Looks like I will be living with my almost but not quite epilepsy for a little longer.

Now how do I go about having that cocaine test again?

Glee 3×06 – The Mash off

November 21st, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

A friend and I were talking about the actions of Finn in the last episode, and she had decided that “He was pretty much justified?” in what he had said to Santana towards the end of the episode, outing her to the entire school.

While I don’t think that it was in anyway justified that he said what he did, cause outing someone who is just not in that place where they feel comfortable in telling everyone that they are actually a lesbian, I think it was in the same vein as him calling Kurt ‘faggy’. I don’t think it was thought through (the character delivery. The actual event by the writers, yes) and intended to be as malicious as it ended up being (the being used in a slur campaign against Sue). I think it was said in the ‘teenagers will say just about ANYTHING to get ‘one-up’ on someone, no matter how low the blow may be’ sense.

Being called Fat repeatedly is one thing, but to stand there in front of everyone and out someone, who is in no way ready to come out is pretty majorly harsh, but at the same time I don’t necessarily feel extraordinary devo for Santana. She had some sort of tear down coming. Was being outed in public by a taunt that officially outed her in public, the right tear down? no.

Another friend had brought up the question ‘but really, is bringing up sexuality more of a taboo insult then say something such as race, religion or the subject of weight?’ which thinking about it is very true. How is bringing up the sexuality of someone anymore of a personal attack than the colour of their skin?

It may feel like some sort of a cop out, but in my wigged out brain, the theory behind that would be not that it was anymore of a taboo subject, more that it was something less obvious to the onlooker. Sure, you could pick on someone for the colour of their skin, but thats something that anyone can pick on. Where as the sexuality of someone – especially someone that hasn’t come out yet, thats personal, thats something that not everyone knows of, that’s where it went from just another harsh insult, to something that crossed a line.

There was no reason for a slur of any variety, though it while it was bound to happen – it is supposed to be a teenage drama-esq show, but it was a pretty accurate recount of my high school experience, find something to latch onto that is going to cause some sort of reaction and run with it.

That said, I think the Adele mash-up was A….MAZING. And even better when you listen to the full thing on iTunes. I purchased it. cause I couldn’t be effed waiting that couple of weeks for the CD haha.

The slap at the end of the episode…that was TOTALLY justified, and beautifully placed, as was the inclusion of Adele in the episode. Santana is in a pretty fucked up emotional place at the moment and starts to convey this in the song, which while not the same situation that Adele was going through when she wrote the song, they are both coming from a place of great pain and hurt.

Brittney is almost non-event for me, she’s just ditsy and blonde and that’s all i see her as, comedic value. i have no wishes for her to be involved with someone (other than Arty, they are soulmates haha j/k).

Quinn is just a lame character now. How about making her do something emotional like Adele, full of sorrow and remorse for what SHE did. Screw all this bitchy backstabbing that she is going through at the moment with Shelby, cause its just dumb. Just cause she wants the baby back, doesn’t mean that child services is going to just give the child back. SHE GAVE HER UP FOR ADOPTION. As if they would just give it back. Get over yourself, you lame character.

The dodge-ball scene was cool. Mostly cause of the song. as was the song by new directions for their mashup. It was fun and boppy. Awesome.

This should make the next episode very interesting.

 

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