Shots in the Head

Today was shot in the head day. Yes, you read that right. Every 6 weeks I get trigger point injections for migraines. I get about 20 of them in the back of my head, my neck, and shoulders. It is not fun, and it is certainly the least exciting part of my day, but it helps tremendously and generally lasts most of the 6 weeks until the next one. Or at least 5 weeks and I suffer greatly the last week until the next one. My head gets very numb immediately after he injects the steroid and stays that way most of the day. It will start to wear off about 7:00 and then I will start to hurt and need a couple ice packs and go to bed early. I have an appointment with my personal trainer tomorrow, and clearly completely forgot I had this appointment today when I made it. Probably not a great idea, but it is too late to cancel now. She is pretty good if I tell her I can’t do something. She knows I have migraines and fibromyalgia, so she will just have me do a different exercise instead.

Well, I am in a real mood with my daughter’s school. Again. They seem to have a real need to micro-manage us parents. OMG! First of all, I got no less than 6 emails that there was a PTO meeting yesterday. I shit you not. So… are you trying to tell me there is a PTO meeting on Monday? Do you think they are trying to get people to attend? Geez! And then there is the “Fundraiser that’s not a fundraiser”. If we donate this much money, it will prevent them from ever having a bake sale, if we donate $xx it will prevent us from selling wreaths and wrapping paper, etc, etc. Yep, I doubt it. You will still try to make us sell stuff. Forget it. I put in my years as a Girl Scout leader and sold several thousand cookies. Been there, done that. Until you come up with something people really want to buy, I’m out.

Also, yesterday we got an email to make sure we pull up “all the way to a certain spot” when we drop off in the morning to “ensure a proper flow of vehicles”. And don’t drop your child off until they are fully ready to exit the car. OMG! You really have to waste an email on this nonsense! Why don’t you just shoot me in the head? What a serious waste of time for the writer and the reader. Give me a freakin’ break. Also included in that email was a “social media challenge”. You’re gonna love this. They want us to sign an agreement to add the school’s Facebook page to our Facebook. And if our children are over 13, to add the school to their Instagram. Ummm, no. I’m not wasting my time to print it, sign it, and send it back. Again, give me a break. I have better things to do. I already have them on Facebook, but now I want to delete them for spite. If my kid was 13, maybe I wouldn’t necessarily let her be on Instagram. Did they ever think about that? Hmmm?

Lastly, I want to strangle the yearbook club advisor. She really needs to get her shit together. Seriously. Let me tell you why. All the other clubs have nice calendars of when they meet. Nope, not her. 3 weeks ago, we had a date on the calendar for the yearbook meeting, but it wasn’t on the school calendar, so we weren’t sure if there was a meeting. I told my daughter I would call the school and find out and told her to listen to the announcements. I called the school and there was no meeting listed. Also, no announcement, so I picked her up at the regular time. On her way out the door, a friend asked if she was coming to the meeting. Sure enough, there WAS a meeting. Terrific! She missed it. I sent the advisor an email to inquire why it wasn’t posted on the website, announced, or why the office didn’t know about it, and could she please provide a calendar. No reply.

Today there was supposed to be a yearbook meeting. It WAS listed on the school calendar, but there was no announcement, so Hailey thought it was cancelled and she sent me an email to pick her up after school. Again, walking out the door, the same friend asked if she was coming to the meeting. Again, there WAS  a meeting and she missed it again. Because I drive 20 minutes one way to school, I was already in the parking lot waiting by the time the friend told her there was a meeting and this continues to happened. Hailey was pissed off and said she isn’t staying on the yearbook staff. I sent another email to the advisor referencing my message from 3 weeks ago and kindly asked her to get her head out of her ass and reply. I really just asked her to get herself organized, which probably wasn’t nice either, but at this point, I don’t really give a hoot.

Anyhow, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. End of rant.

Trigger Point Injections

Every 6 weeks I got see my neurologist that treats me for migraines to get trigger point injections. I get approximately 20 shots in the back of my head, neck, and shoulders. They hurt like a bitch and my head goes numb all the way to the top of my head for several hours. It’s not fantastic, but it really helps. I have had migraines for 26 years and used to get them nearly every day. Now it is much more manageable and I only get about 6 or 7 per month, sometimes more, sometimes less. (Less if I’m really lucky.)

My appointment today was at 1:00 and I was freaking out a little bit as I walked in because the office was packed. There were 3 people ahead of me in line, and 4 people behind me. I have never seen that many people in line before. I literally took the last seat in the waiting room. I was freaking out because I wondered if the doctor was running on schedule and I had to leave no later than 2:15 in order to make the drive to school on time. It was about 1:15 and suddenly I see the doctor walk out the door. Where is he going, I wonder? I hope it’s not time for his lunch break. All of a sudden he walks over to me and tells me that he noticed I checked in quite some time ago (I was 15 minutes early), and no one came out to bring me back. He says “come with me, I’ll bring you back”. Never before has a doctor ever taken me back to a treatment room himself! He said he had been waiting for me for 15 minutes and he doesn’t like to waste time. He is a very particular doctor. He likes things to be done in just a certain way and if his nurses don’t do it his way, he gets very irritated. I’m pretty sure someone got in trouble for failing to bring me in today. Oops! At first I thought he was a little too serious for me, but now that I’ve gotten to know him I like him much better. We have conversations while he’s shooting steroids into my head. He asks me about my family, vacations, etc. You really just have to talk to them like regular people I guess. Here’s to hoping for no headaches for a few weeks.

Migraine = ER Visit

Yesterday’s attempt at the step class and the resulting headache turned into a migraine that wouldn’t go away even after two Zomig’s. After suffering through the day and an excruciating drive for school pick-up, I wound up in the emergency room. Here’s the worst part… my husband was in Dallas on business. Ugh – double ugh. I was trying to figure out all day how to go to the ER with my 10 year old. I don’t like asking for help. I don’t know if I’m embarrassed to ask others to help me or if I just think I can do it all on my own. I kept thinking if I just laid down and fell asleep the headache would go away, but I had already taken two of my rescue medications and tried to lay down and it didn’t work. I eventually gave in and knew I had to go. I called my neighbor and she had to take one of her children to volleyball practice and was going to run some errands. I called another friend, who was luckily just about to leave work and said she would meet us in the ER. I packed up Hailey with her homework and off we went. I got checked in and Bonnie met us there an hour later.

Unfortunately, I was in the ER a full hour before they did anything to help me. With the parade of nurses, PA’s, and registration people coming in to talk to me first. Finally the guy came in to give me an IV. I hate the IV. I had to remove my sweatshirt and they didn’t give me a gown. They did give me one of those super thin blankets, but when the fluid goes into my arm, it always makes me start to freeze. I don’t know what’s in that fluid, but it must be made of ice. Within about 20 minutes, the migraine cocktail starting working and I started feeling better. Thank goodness. Sweet relief. After about an hour, I had to go to the bathroom so bad I thought I was going to pee my pants. (Another IV side effect.) I got up and searched the room – no call button. Seriously?! My bag of fluid was completely empty and there was tons of blood in my IV line. I tried to open my door to notify a nurse and my door will NOT open. OMG! I waved at the PA who happened to be standing at the nurses station and she came in and I told her about the blood in the line. Fortunately that was normal when the IV bag is empty. Whew! I watch too much Grey’s Anatomy. She sent the nurse in to take it out and I RAN to the bathroom. Then I got sprung and went to get my daughter.

Thank goodness for my friend Bonnie. Her husband and my husband have been friends since grade school. Therefore, we have been friends for about 23 years. Her daughters have babysat for my daughter. She took Hailey out to dinner, she played with their puppy, and they had a grand old time together. I’m very grateful for good friends.