This is the second part to how Migraines have changed my life (you can read the first part here).
So, a couple weeks after the accident, my mother-in-law shows up and begins to compliment me, saying how I look much better. Reality is, I looked like a raccoon with a swollen face and can’t move all too well (but, somehow, I look good). Next time you get hit by a Mack Truck, let me tell you how you look good with a straight face.
Regardless, I bit my tongue and continued the conversation. After a bit, she mentions that my husband’s aunt’s (the one who passed away last week) was up for sale and wants to help us get the house. Sounds great at first, but it ends up becoming a mess and becomes the beginning of stress, pain and basically hell for my family for the next 16 years.
So, we agreed to get the house and move in a month later. Due to my condition, I was to not move any boxes or furniture. None of our family came to help us, outside of just a family friend (one person besides my husband, myself and our 3-year-old).
After a couple weeks of unpacking and settling into the new house, I go to visit the doctor as my migraines have become intolerable. The doctor does not know what to do, which means I drove an hour there for no results and to just be told to “wait it out.”
The drive there and back was beyond frightening due to the recent accident causing all of this. Every moment at the wheel was filled with a white knuckle, head-throbbing horror. Taking the doctor’s advice to heart, I am thinking the migraines will go away with time and my life will go back to normal.
Weeks turn into months and the migraines have no stop and I am always sitting in a dark room. This dark room becomes my only place of rest, where I can have no T.V., telephone, sunlight, food, or even people talking to me. This accident has caused me face pain, ear pain, head pain, sometimes blurry vision and my speech has some stuttering problems (these are the beginning of something worse I currently have).
The last few weeks have pushed me down to staying in a dark room with no T.V. or basic needs. I can’t have conversations with anyone due to it sounding like they are yelling into my ear. No one likes to sit in a dark room with no sunlight, it’s depressing and horrifying. This lasted for about 6 to 8 months from the last doctor visit, when I was told to “wait it out.”
Finally, I visit the doctors and they tell me it is Migraines and Fibromyalgia. This begins an all-new adventure filled with good news or findings I thought were good but were not.