Why me?, that was what I thought the first time I had a migraine. Why the hell me? Why was I chosen to deal with this debilitating pain? Why do I have to suffer?
It all started for me when I was 7 years old. I was on the play ground and a class mate kicked a red rubber ball and hit me in the ear. The next day I had my first migraine, it lasted a few days. A few day's of throwing up, having the shakes and feeling like my head was splitting in two. It took a long while for my mom to even take me to the Doctors because she just did not go that route with us kids.
By the time she realized that they were pretty bad headache's and that regular pain meds were not going to get rid of them I spend a lot of time in the emergency room. I would cry rolled up in a ball on a waiting room chair waiting for them to do something, anything to make the pain go away. I was given med after med and nothing worked.
I was finally sent to a primary Doctor that ordered a bunches of tests. Blood draws every week to see if there were any change, MRI's with and with out contrast, CT Scans, X-Rays. Everything came back normal and they could not find anything wrong with me. They all thought I was faking it cause none of the medication's worked to knock it out.
I spend so much time in my room banging my head against the wall because it dulled the pain for just a bit, that little tap each second took the pain away and it was all I could do to keep me from slamming my head through the wall. I was at the end of my rope. Finally one night I had a really bad one, my mom did the usual, took me to the ER. I was thinking I would go through the same routine, ice pack, quite room and a blood draw but it was different this time.
I was given a nurse that also had migraines, she told me all about her experiences and calmed me down a bit. We told her that nothing worked so far and that the Doctors would not take me seriously. She said she knew just what to give me. She took it also cause she had tried everything too. It was a new drug, a new drug for migraines but it was used for heart patients. It was called Imitrex.
She came back with a shot and with in minutes of taking it the pain was gone, I mean this pain that had been with me for almost 3 years solid was gone. You see my mom smoked in the house around me, she wore heavy perfume around me and this was all triggering it for me. I had lived with this constant pain in my head for so long it had been years since it was gone.
I started to cry while she sat with me telling me that my chest may start to feel a bit tight and that my head would feel heavy. She asked me if I was ok and I told her they were tears of joy and I hugged her. I hugged the nurse in the hospital room cause everyone else I had seen had treated me like I was lying and she had known just what to do for me.
I am writing about this tonight cause last night I had a migraine and had no meds. I laid here in so much pain and thought back on what it was like before I had the meds to knock out the pain. What it was like to try to do anything with that constant pain in my head. I still can't believe that I saw all those Doctors but it took one Nurse to fix it all for me. I wish I knew her name and had a way to tell her how much she changed my life with one little shot of medicine.
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