Calm down, brain....
Oct. 8th, 2002 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novapsycheYesterday morning, I awoke with a splitting headache. I first took two ibuprofen. Four hours later, I took one maximum strength acetaminophen, which cut through some of the pain for about an hour. Seven hours later, I took two(!) Aleve, which did nothing for the pain--in fact, it seemed to enhance it.
Through the night, my headache reached into my slumber. I awoke at least four times, wincing and sometimes crying out.
This morning, my companion was still right there with me. I told my father, and we resolved to go to the hospital. However, this being a huge, conglomerate structure, we decided, after waiting for over three hours, that we could find help elsewhere. We made an appointment for me with a general practitioner for later this week.
In the meantime, I bought more acetaminophen. I don't quite understand why that and none of the other painkillers could dampen the pain so much. But mine is not to wonder why.
F says he's worried. He says that, coupled with my vision-related HPPD symptoms, what I'm exhibiting now may be indications of a brain tumor. I shrugged and said that that was an idea I'd entertained several months ago; he was telling me nothing new.
The funny thing was, I went downstairs to speak with my father (who'd heard nothing of this private conversation), and he proceeded to tell me about a friend of his who had been complaining about headaches and soon ended up dead--the cause of death, a brain tumor. The fact that two independent sources used that phrase seems more than a coincidence to me. But as much as I think God speaks to us through ordinary channels, I know I can't chalk anything up as fact until I see a physician.
You never know what a good thing health is until you lose it.
Through the night, my headache reached into my slumber. I awoke at least four times, wincing and sometimes crying out.
This morning, my companion was still right there with me. I told my father, and we resolved to go to the hospital. However, this being a huge, conglomerate structure, we decided, after waiting for over three hours, that we could find help elsewhere. We made an appointment for me with a general practitioner for later this week.
In the meantime, I bought more acetaminophen. I don't quite understand why that and none of the other painkillers could dampen the pain so much. But mine is not to wonder why.
F says he's worried. He says that, coupled with my vision-related HPPD symptoms, what I'm exhibiting now may be indications of a brain tumor. I shrugged and said that that was an idea I'd entertained several months ago; he was telling me nothing new.
The funny thing was, I went downstairs to speak with my father (who'd heard nothing of this private conversation), and he proceeded to tell me about a friend of his who had been complaining about headaches and soon ended up dead--the cause of death, a brain tumor. The fact that two independent sources used that phrase seems more than a coincidence to me. But as much as I think God speaks to us through ordinary channels, I know I can't chalk anything up as fact until I see a physician.
You never know what a good thing health is until you lose it.
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Date: 2002-10-08 07:22 pm (UTC)I'll poke around ask.com tonight and see what I can dig up.