Ok. Stress headache has turned to migraine territory. Shrink doesn't want me taking my current migraine meds. He doesn't like them...says they mess with my psych meds. But, I don't have anything else to take, other than ibuprofen, which I've taken to no help. I'm miserable and don't know what to do.
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As someone who had migraines for years before they had these modern newfangled migraine meds, let me give you some things to try. Some caffeine might help. I find alternating hot and cold on the forehead really helped--I would either stand in the shower and turn it as hot and as cold as I could stand, or sit next to the microwave, and have an ice pack which I would put on my head while I was nuking a damp waschcloth to make it hot and alternate those. Peppermint aroma is good for migraines, so keep that handy. Drink lots of water and sleep, sleep, sleep.
vw-
This is going to sound insane, but do you have any Ben-Gay? I have found that the menthol/peppermint aroma and the warmth help if I rub it directly on my face. Yes, I know it is gross.
Oh, I forgot about peppermint. I'll go make some tea. I've done caffeine, hot/cold. I think bed is gonna call soon. Thanks, Robin. I've been doing this for a while, but when I get in pain, I turn into a baby who forgets anything she could try.
Will the meds even help at this point? I know when I got migraines, once they reached a certain point I just had to ride them out. Which I did by lying in a dark quiet cool place being miserable with occassional cool wet things on my neck and forehead. I wouldn't call it 'effective', but maybe 'less horrific'.
Yeah, they do help some, at least. I may give in and take them, but I feel like I should try not to.
What's worst is he took away the compazine, so when I reach the point where I get nauseous, I've got nothing to help that. Gonna sleep with a trashcan by the bed tonight, I think.
Oh poor vw. Well the peppermint tea will help with the nausea maybe? Other that that, yeah, bucket and towel are your best buds. Go, lie, groan miserably.
Good luck, Sparky. Not that you need luck, but still.
Things are on hold with Nice Boy.
Sorry to hear it, Trudes, but I've heard patience is good for the soul. Not that I would know, mind you.
::runs, hides::
juliana, have you been watching the Alaska news? [link]
I'm not as freaked out as yesterday, but much more curious.
I'm so glad for your news, Cindy.
May September bring joy to all! So far it has brought me allergies!Bastard brought me the same thing. Has a lot to answer for, IJS.
While I know the answer is supposed to be "JenK!", I'm really hoping it's actually "My non-animal-eating wife who is CARRYING MY CHILD IN HER UTERUS."While Yay JenK? I am thinking this is the better answer.
Since Joe and I aren't religious in any sense of the word, we had a blessing down on the beach in Santa Monica. We each had a balloon and we all made our wish for her and then released the balloons. And then we all went to dinner at Gladstone's.And it was wonderful and amazing!
Or Em. It could have been Em.Speaking of? She hasn't called me in yonks.
Have you ever had one of those friends who was really nice and sweet and mostly thoughtful, but you kind of feel like if y'all were in grade school she'd have walked in your room and begun to go through all your things. She'd be complimenting you on them and stuff, but you'd be all "BACK OFF Handsy McGrabbygrab." And now she's all growed up and you still feel like you need to wrest your life from her overenthusiastic hands?
Worst thing is you can never explain to anyone else why they make you itchy.