I'm ba-ack!
It's been a truly difficult few weeks for me and I hadn't felt up to posting. But it feels like maybe things have leveled out a bit, so here I am.
I posted a few weeks ago about needing to recover after a combination of Botox and family visiting. I thought I was in the clear, but the past few weeks brought worse.
The Botox reaction lasted longer than a week, and combined with a bit of withdrawal from the Lyrica to make me pretty miserable. I started having some weird symptoms, namely irregular heartbeat and tremors, which prompted my headache specialist to send me back to my PCP. I saw the NP at my PCP's office, who ran a full panel of bloodwork and had me wear a 24-hour holter heart monitor to see if we could discover anything. The bloodwork came back normal, and the holter didn't find any "documentable correlation" between my symptoms and my (very regular) heartbeat.
All of the testing and results took about 2 weeks. During those 2 weeks, the Depression and Anxiety that have been creeping up on me started to take over my life. I hardly posted on the MMC forums. I withdrew from DBF. I became very moody and irritable. And I felt horribly sick the whole time.
This past week it all came to a head. My insomnia came back full force. I left work early on Monday to come home and rest. We've had company staying with us this week, friends from college, who don't know much about what's been going on with my health. DBF has been unusually stressed at work. I asked for accommodations at work when a better desk opened up on my team, and my boss gave the desk to someone else. I felt like no matter what I tried to do, nothing was helping me to get or even feel better. I did have an appointment with my new therapist on Wednesday, but having to go through my family history was painful and only made me feel worse. (Though, in the long run, talking about some past issues will undoubtedly help me.)
Once I got the results from the holter on Thursday, I gave my headache specialist a phone call yesterday to let him know everything turned out normal, and my irregular heartbeat had disappeared. The tremors seem to be a holdover from the Lyrica and come on when I've overexerted myself. He returned my call yesterday but I missed it; fortunately he was on-call this weekend and called me first thing this morning.
What a difference a 20-minute phone call can make!
A big part of my Anxiety was my contradictory feelings that one, I am not ready to try any new preventive medications because of my awful side effects with them; but two, I couldn't face sitting around and doing nothing. So therefore (I thought) I had to try a new preventive. Faulty logic, I know. Medication isn't the only treatment available for Migraine Disease.
When I called my doctor on Friday and spoke with his NP, I told her that I'm not ready to try the propranolol he prescribed for me, and wanted to talk about alternatives. When Dr E called me this morning, we went over the symptoms I had been having - irregular heartbeat and tremors - and he saw from my call in yesterday that they've cleared up. Well, the heartbeat has. I told him the tremors only seem to come on at night after I've overexerted myself.
I explained to him my reluctance to try any new preventive meds, because of all of the awful side effects I've been having. He seemed to understand that and we discussed it for a bit. He also asked about my stress at work (somewhat stressful but I don't take it home with me) and my general emotional state (not so good). He asked straight out about any Anxiety/Depression issues, both of which have been worsening as my Migraines continue. I was relieved he brought it up without making my Migraines/CDH into an emotional problem. He recognizes that they feed each other, a sort of chicken-and-egg problem.
I asked him about supplements as preventives (in particular, CoQ10) and any alternative treatments I could try (I've tried acupuncture and biofeedback/relaxation in the past). He's not convinced that any supplements will be enough for a complex chronic case like mine. He thinks I need the more aggressive meds, but recognizes that I then run into trouble because of my sensitivity to side effects. But he is willing to go that path if that's my preference.
He gave me the option of a referral to an internist in the area who also has a degree in herbology. He trusts her, and I like that she has a background in both eastern and western medicine and uses them together.
So, I have a few options. I can try the propranolol that he prescribed for me last month (very low dose). He's a bit hesitant about this because of the potential side effect of depression. He also suggested I try an SSRI (Celexa) at a low dose, instead of the propranolol, to help ease the Depression/Anxiety and hopefully work as a preventive as well. I have the option of taking a med holiday until I feel ready to try something new. I can also get the referral to the internist and try the supplementation route. If I decide to try acupuncture or biofeedback again, I'm sure he will help out with a referral for that as well.
What I'm going to do is sit on these options and think about them over the weekend. I feel much better after talking to him. He really seems to understand my reluctance about meds and didn't at all push any drugs on me. And I appreciate that he understands my need to think over all of these options before I decide what to do next.
I still have a long way to go treatment-wise. My Migraines are less severe with the Botox, but I still have Migraine/CDH pain constantly. I know it will take time to find a way to break the pain and get the frequency down. But I have confidence that Dr E can work with me to find a successful treatment regimen. When I got the call back from his NP telling me to see my PCP for the irregular heartbeat, I was worried I had been brushed off and he was giving up on me. I feel very relieved after my conversation with him this morning. It's obvious he genuinely wants to help me and is willing to work with a difficult case.
I hope to be posting more frequently again. Over the next few days I'll be catching up on everyone's posts. Hope all are AWAP!
Be well,
MJ
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Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
recovery
Much like National Headache Awareness Week back in June, I've been extra aware of my head pain this week, which happens to be both Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week and Migraine Awareness Week (in the UK). And I've spent this noteworthy week being rather ill, between a rather tall stack of Migraine triggers and some medical issues.
First, my family (Mom and sister) came to visit me. They live in Massachusetts, so it's an all-too-rare treat to have them come visit. Like me, they are both Migraineurs, so they "get it" about being sick and in pain, though neither of them have suffered with the severity of Migraine that I have.
My sister, mom and I went to Port Townsend for the long Labor Day weekend, to visit a pretty Victorian town none of us have seen, and to drive up to Hurricane Ridge at Olympic National Park. We drove up on Friday afternoon, returning on Monday. While it was a very laid-back trip and we cooked in the kitchen in our hotel room, it was still traveling, which always stresses out my body.
Tuesday through Friday, I was back at work, dealing with the typical stack of work triggers: fluorescent lighting, computer screen, food smells and noise. Being tired from the long weekend away made me more susceptible to my triggers, though I had a few days of recuperation before another long weekend. My mom spent the week traveling again, while my sister left on Monday night. In addition, the Lyrica I had been trialing as preventive #7 began giving me increasingly intolerable side effects, so with Dr E's okay I discontinued it on Friday, after several weeks of side effects.
Friday afternoon, DBF, my mom and I looked at a house before driving to Lake Chelan. This was more of a rush trip involving a lot of driving. By the time I got home Sunday night, I was completely worn out and dreading another week of work.
During my family's visit and our various trips around Washington state, the effectiveness of the Botox treatment I had back in June had been wearing off, meaning more pain and more Migraine symptoms. Luckily, Monday afternoon was my second round of Botox injections, and I was hoping for relief similar to my first treatment.
Wrong! This time, the injections hurt much more. Monday night, I felt awful. Bad enough that I called my doctor on Tuesday morning to report in about my side effects. Dr E called back quickly, and after asking me a few questions determined that I may be having a mild allergic reaction to the Botox. Great! He had prescribed a new preventive for me to try, Inderal, but suggested I hold off on it until I felt completely back to normal.
As if that stack of triggers and side effects wasn't high enough, I had a stressful week at work. My company laid off 20 employees on Tuesday, which amounts to about 5% of our firm. While we were very fortunate that my company was (and still is) financially stable, these employees were not laid off for performance issues. Our senior partners handled it well, holding four separate open discussions with the various teams and entire firm, inviting questions from everyone. They recognized how stressful the layoffs would be for all of us, but the shock of losing good employees (and friends) was difficult on everyone.
And because this stack wasn't quite tall enough yet, I worked 9-hour days on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday to try to make up for the work time I missed on Friday and Monday. So now, I'm in recovery mode.
What I need to remember in facing these types of life situations is that, first and foremost, I need to take care of myself. In my healthier years, I could handle the sort of stress that travel and work would put on my body without much trouble. But now that my Migraines are out of control again and I spend all of my time being sick, I need to take extra good care of myself during stressful periods. I've really done a number on myself, and I'm hoping that this weekend is enough to recover (though it may well not be).
I have been very frustrated and upset this week. Dealing with another failed preventive and an allergic reaction are difficult enough in my day-to-day life, but adding all this stress on top of it just threw my body for a loop. I had to leave work early today, after spending much of the day in a painful haze, to come home and nap. DBF woke me up for dinner, and after eating, I'm starting to feel less like road kill. I still feel incredibly dizzy, nauseous, achy (both Migraine- and Botox-related) and exhausted.
I had some plans this weekend, to go look at houses and run some errands. In all likelihood, I will have to postpone these plans and spend the weekend on the couch, trying to catch up on sleep and renew my energy reserves.
Megan over at Free My Brain wrote this week about her Migraines being invisible to herself. After these two weeks of overstressing my body and not taking enough recovery time, I find myself in the same boat. Acceptance of illness is a difficult path, and I find myself repeatedly learning the same lessons.
So, for the final few days of Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week, I plan to be much more aware of my own illness, and treat myself with the patience and compassion I deserve.
Be well,
MJ
First, my family (Mom and sister) came to visit me. They live in Massachusetts, so it's an all-too-rare treat to have them come visit. Like me, they are both Migraineurs, so they "get it" about being sick and in pain, though neither of them have suffered with the severity of Migraine that I have.
My sister, mom and I went to Port Townsend for the long Labor Day weekend, to visit a pretty Victorian town none of us have seen, and to drive up to Hurricane Ridge at Olympic National Park. We drove up on Friday afternoon, returning on Monday. While it was a very laid-back trip and we cooked in the kitchen in our hotel room, it was still traveling, which always stresses out my body.
Tuesday through Friday, I was back at work, dealing with the typical stack of work triggers: fluorescent lighting, computer screen, food smells and noise. Being tired from the long weekend away made me more susceptible to my triggers, though I had a few days of recuperation before another long weekend. My mom spent the week traveling again, while my sister left on Monday night. In addition, the Lyrica I had been trialing as preventive #7 began giving me increasingly intolerable side effects, so with Dr E's okay I discontinued it on Friday, after several weeks of side effects.
Friday afternoon, DBF, my mom and I looked at a house before driving to Lake Chelan. This was more of a rush trip involving a lot of driving. By the time I got home Sunday night, I was completely worn out and dreading another week of work.
During my family's visit and our various trips around Washington state, the effectiveness of the Botox treatment I had back in June had been wearing off, meaning more pain and more Migraine symptoms. Luckily, Monday afternoon was my second round of Botox injections, and I was hoping for relief similar to my first treatment.
Wrong! This time, the injections hurt much more. Monday night, I felt awful. Bad enough that I called my doctor on Tuesday morning to report in about my side effects. Dr E called back quickly, and after asking me a few questions determined that I may be having a mild allergic reaction to the Botox. Great! He had prescribed a new preventive for me to try, Inderal, but suggested I hold off on it until I felt completely back to normal.
As if that stack of triggers and side effects wasn't high enough, I had a stressful week at work. My company laid off 20 employees on Tuesday, which amounts to about 5% of our firm. While we were very fortunate that my company was (and still is) financially stable, these employees were not laid off for performance issues. Our senior partners handled it well, holding four separate open discussions with the various teams and entire firm, inviting questions from everyone. They recognized how stressful the layoffs would be for all of us, but the shock of losing good employees (and friends) was difficult on everyone.
And because this stack wasn't quite tall enough yet, I worked 9-hour days on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday to try to make up for the work time I missed on Friday and Monday. So now, I'm in recovery mode.
What I need to remember in facing these types of life situations is that, first and foremost, I need to take care of myself. In my healthier years, I could handle the sort of stress that travel and work would put on my body without much trouble. But now that my Migraines are out of control again and I spend all of my time being sick, I need to take extra good care of myself during stressful periods. I've really done a number on myself, and I'm hoping that this weekend is enough to recover (though it may well not be).
I have been very frustrated and upset this week. Dealing with another failed preventive and an allergic reaction are difficult enough in my day-to-day life, but adding all this stress on top of it just threw my body for a loop. I had to leave work early today, after spending much of the day in a painful haze, to come home and nap. DBF woke me up for dinner, and after eating, I'm starting to feel less like road kill. I still feel incredibly dizzy, nauseous, achy (both Migraine- and Botox-related) and exhausted.
I had some plans this weekend, to go look at houses and run some errands. In all likelihood, I will have to postpone these plans and spend the weekend on the couch, trying to catch up on sleep and renew my energy reserves.
Megan over at Free My Brain wrote this week about her Migraines being invisible to herself. After these two weeks of overstressing my body and not taking enough recovery time, I find myself in the same boat. Acceptance of illness is a difficult path, and I find myself repeatedly learning the same lessons.
So, for the final few days of Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week, I plan to be much more aware of my own illness, and treat myself with the patience and compassion I deserve.
Be well,
MJ
Monday, August 25, 2008
rain, pain, no brain
Just briefly: my Botox is starting to wear off and I only just started Lyrica (preventive #7) last week, so that means very limited computer time for the next two weeks. I go in for my next Botox treatment on September 8, so I hope to be posting more regularly after that.
In the meantime, please check out the wonderful blogs in my blogroll. I'll try to pop in here as my Migraine brain allows.
Be well,
MJ
In the meantime, please check out the wonderful blogs in my blogroll. I'll try to pop in here as my Migraine brain allows.
Be well,
MJ
Thursday, July 24, 2008
choices, decisions and resentment
Having such chronic migraines means, at this point in my life, I'm living with a lot of resentment.
I've talked before about the resentment I feel for my disease itself. Migraines have stolen much from me, and I resent that this disease has taken up so much space in my life. Usually I can use this resentment and anger to keep me going on my path toward getting better.
But I find other resentment in my life as well, which I don't talk about much. In the spirit of honesty and sharing with my readers, however, I'll talk about it now. And that is the resentment I feel toward other people. Before you close your browser window in disgust, please do read on.
It's not that I resent specific people. It's more that I resent (and envy) the carelessness of good health. I see it all the time, the ease with which many others live their lives, blissfully ignorant of the continual attentiveness that is chronic illness.
Most of my energy during the day goes to thinking about and coping with the little challenges I come across. I'll reference here the Spoon Theory, written by Christine Miserandino, the founder of But You Don't Look Sick?, a wonderful site for anyone with invisible illness. Anyone with chronic illness knows the very real challenge of living within your limitations, learning to conserve and use your energy (spoons) wisely. I've found that just to conserve my spoons, or to prevent spending them too quickly, in itself takes a lot of spoons.
This is something that is very difficult for people without chronic illness to understand. I don't (usually) resent them for it, but I do envy the decisions they don't have to make.
A friend of mine once described it like this:
And that is the essence of this second type of resentment. I can never "just" anything.
A perfect example: my team is having a BBQ tomorrow after work. Deciding whether or not DBF and I will go has been putting a lot of stress on me. Do I have enough spoons left from the week to do this extra activity on Friday? Will I have the energy to socialize? What will I do about food? I can't eat any of the food being served (hamburger, hot dog, veggie burger) because of my strict diet. Will I have a good time if I go? What won't I be able to do this weekend if I decide to go to the BBQ? How will this affect my work next week - will I have enough energy to make it through the full 40 hours? Questions like this have been buzzing in my head all week. There's no easy answer. I want to go, but I don't know if the cost to me will be worth it. (And I'm not even talking about the $10/person contribution to the food/beer budget.)
Most of the people on my team have not had to face these questions. If I was healthy, it would "just" be a matter of, is my schedule clear? Do I want to go? Yes + yes = go to BBQ.
.::.
Next Wednesday is my 25th birthday, the third birthday I'll have during this current bad migraine cycle. Never did I think I would be sick for so long. I'm trying not to be depressed about it. I will get to spend it with DBF, a wonderful, caring man who has been through so much with me on this confusing and difficult journey. And he's buying me ice cream cake. It's completely against my diet, but I'm not willing to skip it completely. I've had to give up so much already that I just need a slice of normalcy.
Have a good weekend, everyone.
Be well,
MJ
I've talked before about the resentment I feel for my disease itself. Migraines have stolen much from me, and I resent that this disease has taken up so much space in my life. Usually I can use this resentment and anger to keep me going on my path toward getting better.
But I find other resentment in my life as well, which I don't talk about much. In the spirit of honesty and sharing with my readers, however, I'll talk about it now. And that is the resentment I feel toward other people. Before you close your browser window in disgust, please do read on.
It's not that I resent specific people. It's more that I resent (and envy) the carelessness of good health. I see it all the time, the ease with which many others live their lives, blissfully ignorant of the continual attentiveness that is chronic illness.
Most of my energy during the day goes to thinking about and coping with the little challenges I come across. I'll reference here the Spoon Theory, written by Christine Miserandino, the founder of But You Don't Look Sick?, a wonderful site for anyone with invisible illness. Anyone with chronic illness knows the very real challenge of living within your limitations, learning to conserve and use your energy (spoons) wisely. I've found that just to conserve my spoons, or to prevent spending them too quickly, in itself takes a lot of spoons.
This is something that is very difficult for people without chronic illness to understand. I don't (usually) resent them for it, but I do envy the decisions they don't have to make.
A friend of mine once described it like this:
On choice:
Most people simply make their choices and leave the momentous decisions for things like buying a house. It sounds to me like the difference is that simple choices become decisions for you. So in that sense you don't get choices. You're forced to make decisions, and the weight of each decision carries with it a stress load quite unlike that of mere choices. And since other folks don't have that load, they really aren't likely to get how the process affects every other aspect of life. "Well, why can't you just...?" You can never "just..." anything.
And that is the essence of this second type of resentment. I can never "just" anything.
A perfect example: my team is having a BBQ tomorrow after work. Deciding whether or not DBF and I will go has been putting a lot of stress on me. Do I have enough spoons left from the week to do this extra activity on Friday? Will I have the energy to socialize? What will I do about food? I can't eat any of the food being served (hamburger, hot dog, veggie burger) because of my strict diet. Will I have a good time if I go? What won't I be able to do this weekend if I decide to go to the BBQ? How will this affect my work next week - will I have enough energy to make it through the full 40 hours? Questions like this have been buzzing in my head all week. There's no easy answer. I want to go, but I don't know if the cost to me will be worth it. (And I'm not even talking about the $10/person contribution to the food/beer budget.)
Most of the people on my team have not had to face these questions. If I was healthy, it would "just" be a matter of, is my schedule clear? Do I want to go? Yes + yes = go to BBQ.
.::.
Next Wednesday is my 25th birthday, the third birthday I'll have during this current bad migraine cycle. Never did I think I would be sick for so long. I'm trying not to be depressed about it. I will get to spend it with DBF, a wonderful, caring man who has been through so much with me on this confusing and difficult journey. And he's buying me ice cream cake. It's completely against my diet, but I'm not willing to skip it completely. I've had to give up so much already that I just need a slice of normalcy.
Have a good weekend, everyone.
Be well,
MJ
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
finally, a rescue (medication)
Since getting my first Botox injections two weeks ago, my pain levels overall have decreased, even though my ongoing migraine still hasn't quit. My base pain level is now a 2 out of 10, rather than 4. I still spike as high as an 8 weekly or so, but overall I'm feeling a bit better.
This weekend was not so great, between intense sunlight, gross smells from neighbors' apartments and a broken elevator, meaning 4 flights of stairs. Sunday afternoon, DBF and I went to run some errands and by the time I got home - climbing up all those stairs - my pain was at an 8 and holding steady. Ice packs weren't doing anything.
So I decided to try some Relpax, which was the third time I took it. Both times previously, it had made me more tingly on my left side and sort of woozy, but I was willing to try it again.
Once again, it made me tingly. Very tingly. And then part of my face went numb. *sigh*
So I called Dr E's office first thing on Monday morning to let him know I was having trouble. He called me back toward the end of the day, and after a 10-minute discussion, he called in scripts for Amerge - as a "gentler" triptan option if I'm not tingly - and Fioricet - as a rescue if I am tingly.
All I could think when I got off the phone was that finally I have a doctor willing to prescribe me a rescue medication. My last doctor's attitude was "pain pills don't work", end of story.
I tried the Fioricet last night, only a few hours after picking it up from the pharmacy. It brought my pain levels down pretty well, so I'm happy to add it to my arsenal. It's not likely something I can take at work, which still leaves me without something to take if I'm tingly and in pain and at work. I haven't tried the Amerge yet.
I'll be calling my doctor again next Monday, to give him an update on the Botox progress. I should be able to let him know how both the new meds work out for me, too. I'm happy to finally be making some progress; I just wish it didn't take so darned long.
*sigh*
I have much more to say, but it will have to wait for another evening. So, for now, check out June's Pain Blog Carnival.
Be well,
MJ
This weekend was not so great, between intense sunlight, gross smells from neighbors' apartments and a broken elevator, meaning 4 flights of stairs. Sunday afternoon, DBF and I went to run some errands and by the time I got home - climbing up all those stairs - my pain was at an 8 and holding steady. Ice packs weren't doing anything.
So I decided to try some Relpax, which was the third time I took it. Both times previously, it had made me more tingly on my left side and sort of woozy, but I was willing to try it again.
Once again, it made me tingly. Very tingly. And then part of my face went numb. *sigh*
So I called Dr E's office first thing on Monday morning to let him know I was having trouble. He called me back toward the end of the day, and after a 10-minute discussion, he called in scripts for Amerge - as a "gentler" triptan option if I'm not tingly - and Fioricet - as a rescue if I am tingly.
All I could think when I got off the phone was that finally I have a doctor willing to prescribe me a rescue medication. My last doctor's attitude was "pain pills don't work", end of story.
I tried the Fioricet last night, only a few hours after picking it up from the pharmacy. It brought my pain levels down pretty well, so I'm happy to add it to my arsenal. It's not likely something I can take at work, which still leaves me without something to take if I'm tingly and in pain and at work. I haven't tried the Amerge yet.
I'll be calling my doctor again next Monday, to give him an update on the Botox progress. I should be able to let him know how both the new meds work out for me, too. I'm happy to finally be making some progress; I just wish it didn't take so darned long.
*sigh*
I have much more to say, but it will have to wait for another evening. So, for now, check out June's Pain Blog Carnival.
Be well,
MJ
Thursday, June 12, 2008
out with the Topamax, in with the botulism
Just a quick post tonight before I retire for the evening.
I saw Dr E on Monday for my first Botox treatment. Much to my surprise, my new insurance company approved my doctor's request for Botox on the first try, no appeals necessary. My last insurance company denied the Botox, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise since it helped me to realize my last doctor was a turkey, so I fired her.
The procedure itself really was not as bad as I thought it would be. I brought DBF with me for moral support. After talking to me a bit about Botox, Dr E gave me about 12 injections, in my forehead, brow, back of head, neck and shoulders. The injections burned, for sure, but the pain was nothing compared to the migraine I had while I was there.
He also gave me the go-ahead to discontinue the cursed Topamax. I felt it was only giving me side effects and no benefits, and he felt that since I was on such a low dose I could go ahead and stop it. So right now, the only preventives I'm taking are magnesium and vitamin B2 (riboflavin). Plus the Botox.
I should know in the next few days if it's going to work for me. The day after the procedure was wonderfully low-pain. Yesterday I overdid it and ended up with my pain at an 8 by the end of the day. Today is somewhere in between. I'm faithfully tracking everything in my migraine diary and trying to be patient.
Dr E wants me to call in in three weeks to let him know how I'm doing. By then we'll have a better idea of my frequency and severity, and can discuss a plan from there. I have a follow-up Botox appointment scheduled in three months, but he plans to do some phone consults with me before then, and have me come in sooner if I need to.
(Let me just say again, I am so happy I found this guy.)
So, I'm keeping my fingers firmly crossed that the Botox will help. I'm not expecting miracles, but I'm hoping it will reduce my pain enough to give other preventives a chance to start working. And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll be rid of this migraine.
Also, if you haven't seen it already, check out June's Migraine & Headache Blog Carnival, hosted by the Migraine Girl.
Be well,
MJ
I saw Dr E on Monday for my first Botox treatment. Much to my surprise, my new insurance company approved my doctor's request for Botox on the first try, no appeals necessary. My last insurance company denied the Botox, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise since it helped me to realize my last doctor was a turkey, so I fired her.
The procedure itself really was not as bad as I thought it would be. I brought DBF with me for moral support. After talking to me a bit about Botox, Dr E gave me about 12 injections, in my forehead, brow, back of head, neck and shoulders. The injections burned, for sure, but the pain was nothing compared to the migraine I had while I was there.
He also gave me the go-ahead to discontinue the cursed Topamax. I felt it was only giving me side effects and no benefits, and he felt that since I was on such a low dose I could go ahead and stop it. So right now, the only preventives I'm taking are magnesium and vitamin B2 (riboflavin). Plus the Botox.
I should know in the next few days if it's going to work for me. The day after the procedure was wonderfully low-pain. Yesterday I overdid it and ended up with my pain at an 8 by the end of the day. Today is somewhere in between. I'm faithfully tracking everything in my migraine diary and trying to be patient.
Dr E wants me to call in in three weeks to let him know how I'm doing. By then we'll have a better idea of my frequency and severity, and can discuss a plan from there. I have a follow-up Botox appointment scheduled in three months, but he plans to do some phone consults with me before then, and have me come in sooner if I need to.
(Let me just say again, I am so happy I found this guy.)
So, I'm keeping my fingers firmly crossed that the Botox will help. I'm not expecting miracles, but I'm hoping it will reduce my pain enough to give other preventives a chance to start working. And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll be rid of this migraine.
Also, if you haven't seen it already, check out June's Migraine & Headache Blog Carnival, hosted by the Migraine Girl.
Be well,
MJ
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
terminology
The end of last year, when I was still seeing neurologist #2, I remember questioning the need for an accurate diagnosis. After all, chronic head pain is chronic head pain, and I need to find an effective preventive regimen regardless of what kind it is. It was about this time I began to wonder if I needed to consult with an actual headache specialist - someone who dedicated their practice to the study and treatment of headache and migraine - rather than just a neurologist. Since neuro #2 began to run out of ideas, I decided a fresh pair of eyes on my case wouldn't hurt, and I asked for a referral to a specialist, AKA neuro #3.
I was fortunate (I thought) to get in with neuro #3 in about two weeks. She was just coming back early from maternity leave since the other neurologist in her practice was leaving, and had not scheduled any patients yet, so I was at the top of the list. So I had virtually first pick of appointments and was able to schedule fairly quickly. The first appointment went well, and after looking at the list of five preventives I had trialed and failed, she wanted to try me on Botox, her main interest and area of research. If that didn't work out, we would retry me on Topamax, since I hadn't given it enough of a trial the year before.
After two months of waiting around, my insurance rejected the pre-authorization claim for Botox, labeling it "experimental". After a number of phone calls, she had finally agreed to write me a script for the Topamax, and once the insurance rejected the Botox I scheduled another appointment with her to discuss my options.
I had this appointment with her about a month ago. I went in well-prepared with a list of questions, and brought DBF with me in case he had any questions. For some reason, this appointment didn't seem to go as well as the first. Neuro #3 went over all my questions with me, but was completely unwilling to even discuss the possibility of rescue meds - saying simply that "they don't work" - and didn't want to discuss any treatment options for my daily migraine pain. When I asked her the difference between chronic daily headache and transformed migraine, she said they were different terms for the same diagnosis, and implied that my ongoing migraine is simply a headache - an implication I did not pick up on right away.
After the appointment, I had a weird sense of hopelessness I couldn't immediately pin down. The following week, my daily pain spiked again, so I decided to call in to try for an IV treatment, which neuro #3 had reluctantly offered to me as an option when I questioned her about it, with the caveat that it wouldn't do much for my "regular daily pain". It took me five days to get in for this treatment because of her irregular schedule: she typically only works three days a week. This scheduling mess, coupled with the feeling I couldn't shake that she had given up on me when the Botox was denied, finally pushed me to fire her. (My mom later pointed out to me that since I couldn't do the Botox, my doc had demoted me to her B-list of patients.)
Fast-forward to this past weekend, with all these strange symptoms I've been having. I called into the nurse's line early Monday morning to leave a message about the new symptoms that cropped up over the weekend. I got a call back - which I missed, of course, so the nurse left a message - saying that they would pass the message along to my doc on Tuesday when she was back in the office.
Tuesday (yesterday) afternoon, I finally got another call back - which I missed again, because they only ever call when I'm in a meeting at work - with a message from a different nurse. Neuro #3 said the symptoms were probably not from the latest IV treatment, and "may be" related to the "headache". If I still had some concerns, I could schedule an appointment with her nurse practitioner, and here is her phone number. Click.
Are you kidding me??
This short message confirms my instincts in firing this doctor's sorry butt were correct. She will not even call this migraine a migraine, only a headache. But now it makes more sense why she was so unwilling to offer any treatment for it, since she thinks it is only a headache, not worthy of any treatment.
So, it's on to neuro #4. I have an appointment scheduled with him on May 21, four weeks from today. I am much more encouraged by his office than by that of neuro #3. His staff is much more polite and helpful. I received my new patient information packet in the mail within a few days of my appointment being scheduled - rather than the day before my appointment - and the forms are much more detailed, including a depression screening form. I'm just very glad I didn't wait to move on to a new doctor and went with my instincts about neuro #3.
Now, I just need to get through the next few weeks.
I was fortunate (I thought) to get in with neuro #3 in about two weeks. She was just coming back early from maternity leave since the other neurologist in her practice was leaving, and had not scheduled any patients yet, so I was at the top of the list. So I had virtually first pick of appointments and was able to schedule fairly quickly. The first appointment went well, and after looking at the list of five preventives I had trialed and failed, she wanted to try me on Botox, her main interest and area of research. If that didn't work out, we would retry me on Topamax, since I hadn't given it enough of a trial the year before.
After two months of waiting around, my insurance rejected the pre-authorization claim for Botox, labeling it "experimental". After a number of phone calls, she had finally agreed to write me a script for the Topamax, and once the insurance rejected the Botox I scheduled another appointment with her to discuss my options.
I had this appointment with her about a month ago. I went in well-prepared with a list of questions, and brought DBF with me in case he had any questions. For some reason, this appointment didn't seem to go as well as the first. Neuro #3 went over all my questions with me, but was completely unwilling to even discuss the possibility of rescue meds - saying simply that "they don't work" - and didn't want to discuss any treatment options for my daily migraine pain. When I asked her the difference between chronic daily headache and transformed migraine, she said they were different terms for the same diagnosis, and implied that my ongoing migraine is simply a headache - an implication I did not pick up on right away.
After the appointment, I had a weird sense of hopelessness I couldn't immediately pin down. The following week, my daily pain spiked again, so I decided to call in to try for an IV treatment, which neuro #3 had reluctantly offered to me as an option when I questioned her about it, with the caveat that it wouldn't do much for my "regular daily pain". It took me five days to get in for this treatment because of her irregular schedule: she typically only works three days a week. This scheduling mess, coupled with the feeling I couldn't shake that she had given up on me when the Botox was denied, finally pushed me to fire her. (My mom later pointed out to me that since I couldn't do the Botox, my doc had demoted me to her B-list of patients.)
Fast-forward to this past weekend, with all these strange symptoms I've been having. I called into the nurse's line early Monday morning to leave a message about the new symptoms that cropped up over the weekend. I got a call back - which I missed, of course, so the nurse left a message - saying that they would pass the message along to my doc on Tuesday when she was back in the office.
Tuesday (yesterday) afternoon, I finally got another call back - which I missed again, because they only ever call when I'm in a meeting at work - with a message from a different nurse. Neuro #3 said the symptoms were probably not from the latest IV treatment, and "may be" related to the "headache". If I still had some concerns, I could schedule an appointment with her nurse practitioner, and here is her phone number. Click.
Are you kidding me??
This short message confirms my instincts in firing this doctor's sorry butt were correct. She will not even call this migraine a migraine, only a headache. But now it makes more sense why she was so unwilling to offer any treatment for it, since she thinks it is only a headache, not worthy of any treatment.
So, it's on to neuro #4. I have an appointment scheduled with him on May 21, four weeks from today. I am much more encouraged by his office than by that of neuro #3. His staff is much more polite and helpful. I received my new patient information packet in the mail within a few days of my appointment being scheduled - rather than the day before my appointment - and the forms are much more detailed, including a depression screening form. I'm just very glad I didn't wait to move on to a new doctor and went with my instincts about neuro #3.
Now, I just need to get through the next few weeks.
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