WARNING THE FOLLOW POST MAY CONTAIN TMI, THERE IS A LOT OF TALK ABOUT BODY FLUIDS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
Today was such a hard, challenging and extremely painful day.I had a 3D migraine, which are the worst for me. I know that I am here, but I totally feel like I am living in a different dimension. I have to lie as still as possible or it exbasturates. I think my gastroparesis has been acting up because if I eat anything outside of the BRAT diet (bananas, rice, applesauce, toast), I throw up. I don't get nauseated. I get about a 2 second warning before it makes it's way back up. Sorry, this next part might be too gruesome for those that can't handle vomit. This afternoon, I tried eating a doughnut, and yes I know they are not good for me, but it sounded so good. I wasn't even done eating it before it made it's way back up. It was awful because I was choking and gagging. Anything like bagels, doughnuts, bread, etc. are the worst to throw up, because it is like big chunks of dough, so I was puking, and gagging, and choking. My children were scared to death. They asked if they needed to call 911. I told them no, I would be ok. It's just my stupid stomach. It was the worst puking experience I have had in a long time. I am so grateful for the the vomit bags, because if I were to puke in the toilet the chunks of dough would catapult into the water and then come back splashing me in the face. It is miserable. I hate puking. I would much rather puke bile. It tastes nasty, but it doesn't add to your "I can't eat that food anymore" list.
| They come folded flat like this, so you can stick them in your purse, car, bathroom, etc. I have them everywhere. |
| This is what it looks like when it is open. It allows you to see how much you are vomiting. It helps me keep track of my intake and output a little better, than just guessing. |
I barely bumped my arm, this is the bruise I got. My entire body looks like this right now. I joke with my husband and tell him that I could go down to the police station and tell them that my husband is abusing me, and they would probably believe me. But, my husband is so far from beating me. He treats me like a princess. He does whatever he can do to help me feel a little better. I feel so awful and guilty for giving him such a large burden to carry. He must love me, because he is still here, even after all the worry, stress and financial burden I have caused him. (Let's not forget the sharting, puking and passing out on him!!) One thing is for sure. I love "Rickety Tickety Tan Tan" more than any body else (children and fur babies are loved just as much) in this world!
I am facing a huge trial right now, but it has been good for Rick. Although I have had to suffer tremendously, I would do it all again because he is finally realizing that family is so much more important than any material possession, no matter how much it cost him financially. He is finally starting to see that a dirty house is o.k. if I am feeling o.k. and I want to spend some quality time together then he makes it happen. He has even cancelled meetings at work to be with me when I am feeling o.k. He doesn't get as angry over little things like he used to, but it is still a work in progress. He smiles.His smile (his real smile) takes my breath away and I love seeing him truly smile. He has realized the importance of spending time with the girls. He is looking for hobbies they can do together. He is Mr. Mom., the Bread Winner, the Caregiver, the Chauffeur, the Errand Boy, etc. I would go through this all again just for Rick. Had I not gotten sick, I don't think that he would realize how important family is. I don't take him for granted. He is not perfect. I am not perfect. We both know that. We are always working on ways to improve our communication and understanding of each other, but we do it together. We attend a couples session every week if he is not working, and I think it is going to be good for he and I both.
Rick, Jamie, Scott, Savannah, Mallory, Callie, Mattie, my Mom, my Step-Dad, Joe, my Dad, my Step-Mom, Linda, Brittnie, Terry, Mysti, Rusti, and various friends have all been here to help us in one way or another, and I am so grateful to have them. We have our ups and downs but we will always be family. I love them all so very much. I have the faith that I will get better and I will be able to do the things I want to do, I will be able to plan my life. But for now, I take it as it comes. I try not to complain. There are times I am talking about symptoms I am experiencing, it is not complaining or attention seeking, I am trying to educate so that one will know when something is off. I TELL JAMIE AND RICK THAT THEY DON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT ME UNTIL I LOSE MY SARCASM AND HUMOR. WHEN I CAN NO LONGER FIND MY SMILE, IT IS TIME TO WORRY AND THEY NEED TO GET ME HELP!! FAST!!!
I didn't expect this post to be so long, but I just started rambling on. When I sit down to blog, I just open up and express whatever is on my mind. Thank you for taking the time to read it. I am o.k. if you ever want to share my blog with others. I really want to spread awareness about the seriousness of chronic migraines so that more funding will be made available for further migraine research. The stigma of migraines needs to be changed, just like the stigma of AIDS of Diabetes was changed. Together, we can do this!
LET'S GO TEAM CARTER!!!
| THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! |







