Pat is the STAR FOR THE DAY, so he gets to write this.

Okay! Migraines are a'okay. They did a haldor shot in the shoulder and it was work amazingly, hmm. We will have to ask Dr. C about that or whoever see next. I can do muscle shots so if needed, I can do! Then they gave toradol through IV, a drip of zofran (?) and then toradol in the bum because the IV totally pulled out in sleep! In any case apparently I am the star for the day because I can handle muscle shots because I used to have to take them all the time, ???. Oh well, I will take what ego boost I can get XD

Will be home soon, then either on tonight or tomorrow! Frightening, there is a dude outside the curtain that sounds exactly like the pervy old man who likes Chris on Family Guy! EWwwwww.

Also there was totally a dude singing some nursery rhymes in a half-passed pidgin version of Volkyner and Esperanto. Everyone was like are you having a SEIZURE and I just laauugheddd.

Um. Hi. Bye! <3

FUCK MIGRAINES

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck my head hurts worse than yesterday goddamn

would pay an arm for a morphine drip and that is ironic considering the dude in the icon

9/10 pain in my head and it was 8/10 yesterday without injections and when you get up in that range, you really learn exactly how much of a difference one number makes.

will sleep until sister picks up baclofen. then see how that does. and if it affects nothing... well, i am completely alright with calling an ambulance this time.

What I forgot from my last pose:

I have instructions to go back if I get worse pain than earlier today, if I have visual disturbances again, numbness, 'or other concerns'.

I follow up with a NEW neurologist.

They prescribed me Baclofen, which basically is a muscle relaxant that makes Flexeril look like Pez. They gave it to me because they think the cause of my migraines were stress.

No, not the 'you have stress' definition people use to bullshit me out.

Apparently? There's two definitions of stress in a migraine.

One: There is emotion causing you to ache.

Two: There is emotion causing the muscles and tissue involved in your brain to tighten up like a vise, therefore creating such a horrible pain you cannot manage to do any one thing.

And the second one is what they think happened here.

...............so, um. I'm calling for a new psychiatrist tomorrow, too. Clap if you think that's a good idea.

Mandy: XD
Ok, so I found out almost right away why the hell I couldn't do anything for the last week.
You know how whe you get ijected with morphine, your limbs feel all weird and you're all whoooo uhhh kite time?
First injection of morphine had no affect. It felt like they'd injected saline.
They took me back the second I was done with triage, stuck me in a private room even though there were people in hallways. As soon as a doctor saw me, they moved me to medpath so that I got an even bigger, quieter room, by myself, so that nobody could mmake my migraine worse. I had two regular doctors, a med studebt doctor, three nurses, and four neurologist. And all of them were nice and treated me without any assiness.


Rinko: :o


Mandy: I know, an
*man
My igraine was 8/10 when I got there. To get it down to 2/10, where they felt i could be discharged, I got:
IV :
2x Toradol 30mg
1x benadryl 50mg
1x decadron 10mg
3x morphine 4mg
magnesium sulfate 2 grams
And then two fioricet pills.
...needles to say, I'm kind of high as a fucking kite right now.


Rinko: ..... But you're still coherent.


Mandy: Yeah.
But IRL i can't control my tone of voice or my volume.
Which is annoying even me XD;

And I keep talking 3x my usual speed.

at the er.i am in medpath which is seperate from the er, a step inbetween er ad hospitalizationl. they seem to be planning on keeping me here until they kill the migraine and tryinng lots of various medications. ad, uh, yeah, spinal tap soon

will update if i know more.

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Rin, we're slipping, we have a few more to go before we're actually depraved.

Doctor ordered: Two doses of Maxalt-MLT. Two doses of Antivert. Keeping an eye on fever. Keeping an eye on everything. Taking a nap. Things are okay.

If I don't go tonight I have assured transportation at 8 am tomorrow to the Emergency Room, where I will be poked and prodded and tapped and scanned and we will find out what the hell is going on here.

...leave me cute macros and links to look at between tests? (I think I will need a lot of hot chicks and hot dudes to look at after that tap) Much appreciated!

[18:25] evilpeppermint: watching it was like
[18:26] evilpeppermint: the equivalent of david lynch driving by your house, stopping, shitting on your lawn and then leaving again
[18:26] evilpeppermint: inexplicably
[18:26] kamehamepwned: ....doesn't he do that anyway?

The Neurologist Called In Today. While getting ready for Emergency Room, the nurse called and said that there is an eight hour wait at the Emergency Room, and that at this point, it would only cause worse damage to wait there and try to handle it. Which, um, yeah, ow, I agree. They are calling in one last rescue med that did work in the past in the goddamn hopes it works until tomorrow, but if that shit doesn't work, I'll take the fucking wait.

They also attempted to tell me that my psychiatrist agreed to have me temporarily take 200mg of lamictal morning and night instead of total, but hahahahaha considering 250 of lamictal sends me into a nearly hospitalization worthy manic mode, FUCK THAT SHIT UP A CREEK.

I *am* going either later tonight or tomorrow at 8 am, screw their shit. But if this stuff works for a night, I'll take a night of respite before I have to spend all day tomorrow being poked and prodded.

When this is all said and done, new neurologist and new psychiatrist. Seriously, fuck.

Anyway, I have this all under control at this point, and won't be stupid and not go in if I need to. But the matter at the moment is that it honestly is better to be at home for a few hours, if Maxalt works. If it doesn't, well. Then it's time for that ambulance.