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Nov. 15th, 2009 12:01 pmI had the worst migraine I've had in several years on Friday. I would have gone to the emergency room if not for an extremely kind coworker, who offered me a Relpax (which is very expensive) and some Fioricet. I felt so pathetic; Jonathan had stopped by to see me, and when I saw him I burst into tears. I leaned on his shoulder, just crying, because it all hurt so horribly. He was going to take me home because I couldn't even drive at that point. He picked up some SmartWater for me, and we went to check out in the cosmetics department (all employees are required to check out there). Kristi, the aforementioned coworker was ringing us up, noticed my tears and asked what was wrong. When I explained she offered me the medicine.
It started that morning. I felt a sharp pain inside my skull. It was like somebody had hit me with a softball on the inside of my head. I was dizzy and weak after that. It scares me just a little. The softball-feeling has happened several times. I also get dizzy a lot. We'll see what happens. It's time for a doctor anyway. I just hope that there isn't anything serious going on.
Anyway.
I started taking L-tryptophan (the same amino acid found in turkey, kids) the other day in an attempt to sleep a little easier at night without resorting to Benadryl (or worse). It's also supposed to assist in making serotonin and melatonin which, as you may know, are important for sleep and MOOD. So. I'm hopefully going to be sleeping more, and maybe my brain will make more serotonin. Somehow, between the improved sleep and the boost in serotonin, maybe I'll start feeling better. Things haven't been going so well.
I'm also going to start working on fixing my diet. The diet thing went waaaaaaay downhill after I moved to TX. It's affecting me AND J, who is showing the effects of regular diet. My own jeans have gotten tighter. We're going to try to start walking together. I'm going to try and get over to the apartment complex's fitness room a few times a week as well.
It's going to mean relearning how to cook, in some way. I'm a good cook, but I learned from my grandmother (and my mother, but I suspect that SHE learned from my grandmother). My grandmother is a Virginia-born, farm-raised country girl. It's all delicious and hearty, but very, very fattening. Picture Paula Deen with less makeup and dark hair, and you've got my grandmother. I can do some healthy things, but there's only so many days when you can eat stir-fried vegetables and chicken. Tonight's going to be pasta with sausage and peppers. I think it'll be a little healthier with the changes I've made: chicken sausage, to cut back on the fat, and whole wheat pasta. I've also made a batch of tortilla soup -- chicken breast, tomatoes, corn, black beans, carrots, celery and onion with a lot of garlic, black pepper, and other spices. That's mostly for lunches this week (and mostly J's lunches at that).
It started that morning. I felt a sharp pain inside my skull. It was like somebody had hit me with a softball on the inside of my head. I was dizzy and weak after that. It scares me just a little. The softball-feeling has happened several times. I also get dizzy a lot. We'll see what happens. It's time for a doctor anyway. I just hope that there isn't anything serious going on.
Anyway.
I started taking L-tryptophan (the same amino acid found in turkey, kids) the other day in an attempt to sleep a little easier at night without resorting to Benadryl (or worse). It's also supposed to assist in making serotonin and melatonin which, as you may know, are important for sleep and MOOD. So. I'm hopefully going to be sleeping more, and maybe my brain will make more serotonin. Somehow, between the improved sleep and the boost in serotonin, maybe I'll start feeling better. Things haven't been going so well.
I'm also going to start working on fixing my diet. The diet thing went waaaaaaay downhill after I moved to TX. It's affecting me AND J, who is showing the effects of regular diet. My own jeans have gotten tighter. We're going to try to start walking together. I'm going to try and get over to the apartment complex's fitness room a few times a week as well.
It's going to mean relearning how to cook, in some way. I'm a good cook, but I learned from my grandmother (and my mother, but I suspect that SHE learned from my grandmother). My grandmother is a Virginia-born, farm-raised country girl. It's all delicious and hearty, but very, very fattening. Picture Paula Deen with less makeup and dark hair, and you've got my grandmother. I can do some healthy things, but there's only so many days when you can eat stir-fried vegetables and chicken. Tonight's going to be pasta with sausage and peppers. I think it'll be a little healthier with the changes I've made: chicken sausage, to cut back on the fat, and whole wheat pasta. I've also made a batch of tortilla soup -- chicken breast, tomatoes, corn, black beans, carrots, celery and onion with a lot of garlic, black pepper, and other spices. That's mostly for lunches this week (and mostly J's lunches at that).
