No, I am not kidding, although I wish I was.
(sidenote: I am tired of typing "youngest" and "oldest" so my girls are now L and M - M is the younger one)
So...everyone in the family gets migraines to some extent, but M has been having pretty bad ones for over a year now and lately they have been more and more frequent. She has missed several days of school due to them, so we tried a new med earlier this fall with very poor results. I was just thinking it was time to call her doctor again when last week hit us.
She got a migraine Tuesday night during b-ball practice and missed school Wednesday because she really wasn't better. Thursday morning she seemed pretty perky, so I put her on the school bus, but she was calling me at work by mid-morning with another headache. Of course, I had a full schedule of patients, so I had to wait until my lunch break to dash back to her school to pick her up. By then the pain was in full effect and she had already thrown up three times. I had planned to put her to bed and go back to work, but by the time I got her home she was looking absolutely awful and was complaining of neurological symptoms like numbness and weakness. When she told me "I can't find my lips", I was really getting scared. "OK," I said, "we're going to the ER."
I got her back into the car and ran back into the house to grab her a blanket and my knitting bag...where the heck is my knitting bag? OMG, my knitting bag is at work. I didn't grab it because I thought I'd be right back! How am I going to survive an ER visit without my knitting?
Frantic three second scramble in bedroom yields a gadget bag that I know has sock needles in it and the leftover bamboo yarn from Branching Out. I hit the door running and we are off to the hospital.
Made quick calls on the way to husband (guess where I'm going?) and work (I'm SO sorry!) and pulled over two or three times for more puking. Was chanting "just a bad migraine, just a bad migraine" in my head when there was a gasp from the back seat. "Mom! What if I have a tumor?!" Damn doctor's kid, knows too much for her own good. "You do not have a tumor!" I snapped and a perverse little corner of my brain whispered "How do you know?"
Finally got to the ER and paused before parking for one more retching episode - she was fairly empty by this point. Just as we are staggered out of the car, it started to pour down snow, making the scene seem twice a pathetic. Thankfully, the ER was not busy and they had her in a room in no time. She was seriously freaked about getting an IV, but I told her it wouldn't hurt half as bad as her head and then they'd be able to give her medicine that would make her feel better.
Turns out that was a big fat lie. Two doses of Demerol and three of Zofran and she was still in pain, still throwing up. Ugh! The ER doctor decided she needed to stay in the hospital overnight and ordered a CT scan to rule out "any other issues." I was half-relieved that I was not being a hysterical mom to bring her in the first place and half-frantic that she was still so sick. M was just afraid she'd throw up in the CT scanner. The nurse assured her she would be far from the first and away they rolled. Left alone to fret, I pulled out the knitting. By the time M came back, I had the toe of a kid's sock.
The CT was read as normal (yay) and then the doctor ordered a dose of morphine (double yay). M immediately started to feel better and suggested we keep a store of morphine at home for future use. (Note to self: M needs lecture on addictive nature of opium derivatives ASAP) A dose of plain old Phenergan finally stopped the nausea and things were looking up.
By the time they got us upstairs, M was nearly her normal self and chatted cheerfully with the resident doctors who came to get her admitted. Husband showed up, neurologist poked his head in and said something reassuring, and I finally started un- clenching. Whew!
I zipped home to get clothes and toiletries and stopped by my office to retrieve my knitting bag. I had a very lumpy recliner to sleep in and the nurse popped in ~50 times to check on the IV and take vitals, so I did not get a lot of sleep, but by the time they let us go home about 2pm the next day, I finished the manly mitts I had started for my brother-in-law.
Now M is on a new med to try to prevent migraines and we are keeping our fingers crossed that it will help. Knock on wood, no migraines since we came home.
Enough of a saga for one day. Next time, more movie knitting and a "sweater without sleeves"!