migraine, therapy, and other things

Migraine, therapy, and other things

I woke up not in the best of moods this morning. But once I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I found it hard to go back to sleep. I had a low grade headache and dismissed it as just sleeping wrong, hoping it would go away with some caffeine. As I couldn’t go back to sleep, I decided to shower. It wore me out and I wanted to go back to sleep but I was restless and needed coffee. I just missed the bus so had to wait a fricken hour.

By the time I got to the Square, my head was pounding and I was sensitive to light and sounds. I was grateful it was a cloudy day but I knew it was most likely the cause of my migraine. I went to CVS and bought some Excedrin migraine pills as I didn’t have anything else on me. I had something to eat and my espresso. I wrote for a bit and seemed like I had to pull teeth to get the words out. I spent nearly 2.5 hours trying to write. I couldn’t listen to my headphones anymore as the music was really hurting my head. Every sound seemed multiplied by 100. I wanted to go home but knew if I did, I wouldn’t go back out again and it was too late to cancel therapy.

When I gave up on writing and still had time to kill for my therapy appointment, I went to the new grocery shop that opened a few months ago. It was okay and it wasn’t any more expensive than Stop and Shop. They had a lot of stuff that Whole Foods sells as well as regular items like cereal and stuff. They also had prepared meals for like $16 with all the ingredients that you cook yourself. I didn’t see anything that I liked. I thought about getting some lunch there but there wasn’t anything that I liked.

I went to therapy and it went okay. I asked him if he wanted to work with me and he said that he did. I also asked him if he was a huge Michigan fan because he went there for grad school. He said he wasn’t. I was glad because I am a huge OSU fan and Michigan is their rival. He asked how I became a Buckeye fan and I really don’t know. I just started following them and fell in love with them. We talked about my past relationships. I didn’t get into grave detail about them and he didn’t ask more than general questions.

I told him about the rough week I had last week and again, no in-depth questions. I’m starting to feel like I am paying him to listen to me talk. I kind of wish I saw him more than once a week. I am going to ask him about it next week. I left his office feeling all sorts of things, none of which was pleasant. On the other hand, it’s kind of good that I am talking the whole time I am in session, unlike my former therapist, who would talk half the time or more. She always left me feeling frustrated afterwards because I didn’t talk. I just want to be “analyzed” and just not feeling it from this guy. I feel like there should be a plan and there isn’t one. It’s just free association. Maybe I should come up with a plan of something and see if he will go with it. I am guessing he would. He seems open to it.

My right Achilles started acting up while I was out. It wasn’t as severe as it was last week but I was limping. Then my AFO got stuck under the seat on the train. I almost fell backwards. Luckily, I freed myself when the train came to the stop and I got off. I took my meds when I got home, including my migraine meds as the migraine came back. This is the third migraine I have had in a week. I hope I am not getting my menses, though it would explain my mood fluctuations the past week. I don’t understand it though because I have been taking the damn hormone pill consistently. It’s been almost 11 months since my last period. I’d like to make it a year of no menses. That will be a first.

any thoughts?

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