The day after...
Let's continue from where we left off...
[12:20pm] Arrive at health centre, luckily it is en route to home, tell the dippy blonde behind the counter, after she checks that I'm on "the system" (I hate it when people round here assume I am not local, just because I can actually speak English properly!) state that "I need to see a doctor." I was swaying by this point, the sunlight and heat outside had tripled the nauseating effects of my headache, and really was holding down the chunks. She then tells me she has put me in to see the emergency doctor. "How long will the wait be?" I ask, stupidly presuming that doctors work all the way through the working day. "Sorry" is the retort, "the doctors are on lunch from 12 to 3, you have to come back at half two, you are number 8 for the emergency doctor in the yellow section." Holding my back 2 fingered salute, I leave, sod the appointment, I know I have some Syndol at home, I'll take those and crash out.
[12:45pm] Get home, nausea overpowers again, rushing to the bathroom, I lift the lid just in time. Make a semi conscious decision that taking any more painkillers will just result in them being regurgitated. I struggle on the floor, room spinning, to remove my clothes, I'm baking up, the sweat is pouring out of me. Crawl onto my bed, thank god the window and doors are open, a breeze blows over my back, i pull a pillow over my head and lay as still as I possibly can. The bed feels like is is in the middle of one of these and the pain has reached the point I have been at so many times before. I don't want this any more, I want to die, and that is the thought that fills my head as I lose consciousness...
[5:37pm] Groggy, I awake, the alarm clock is flashing on my side table. I very cautiously sit up, the room is supprisingly "still", the very slight din of traffic resonates softly round the spacious quarter. Time for the test... I softly shake my head from side to side, like a child might do when outright refusing to do as he or she is told, except much slower. The pain is now very dull, a complete contrast to the original agonisingly sharp pain experienced during the beginning stages of the attack. My neck is stiff, not uncommon, my head feels thick, again, not uncommon, but something just isnt right. After only 5 hours of slumber, my head is almost "normal." This dull feeling normally only starts the day after my attack (which coincidentally I still have) but it has started too early.
This continues all evening, I have a small bite to eat, watch some CSI and Las Vegas on my PC, laying in bed, and fall asleep around 2:30am (having rested so much already, I was supprised to drift off so early)
Today I have a dull headache as I mentioned previously, my neck is still stiff, and I have a really sore jaw due to grinding my teeth during the attack. Maybe some sort of retainer might be a good idea... Back to work I go.. it's 11:40, roughly 24 hours ago I was in so much pain I couldn't see, I couldn't perform like a normal human being, and not through my lack of trying, or wanting to, but through sheer lack of ability. I will continue though, the second I became insentient, that thought of giving up hope dissipated, and besides, I have far to much to live for.
[12:20pm] Arrive at health centre, luckily it is en route to home, tell the dippy blonde behind the counter, after she checks that I'm on "the system" (I hate it when people round here assume I am not local, just because I can actually speak English properly!) state that "I need to see a doctor." I was swaying by this point, the sunlight and heat outside had tripled the nauseating effects of my headache, and really was holding down the chunks. She then tells me she has put me in to see the emergency doctor. "How long will the wait be?" I ask, stupidly presuming that doctors work all the way through the working day. "Sorry" is the retort, "the doctors are on lunch from 12 to 3, you have to come back at half two, you are number 8 for the emergency doctor in the yellow section." Holding my back 2 fingered salute, I leave, sod the appointment, I know I have some Syndol at home, I'll take those and crash out.
[12:45pm] Get home, nausea overpowers again, rushing to the bathroom, I lift the lid just in time. Make a semi conscious decision that taking any more painkillers will just result in them being regurgitated. I struggle on the floor, room spinning, to remove my clothes, I'm baking up, the sweat is pouring out of me. Crawl onto my bed, thank god the window and doors are open, a breeze blows over my back, i pull a pillow over my head and lay as still as I possibly can. The bed feels like is is in the middle of one of these and the pain has reached the point I have been at so many times before. I don't want this any more, I want to die, and that is the thought that fills my head as I lose consciousness...
[5:37pm] Groggy, I awake, the alarm clock is flashing on my side table. I very cautiously sit up, the room is supprisingly "still", the very slight din of traffic resonates softly round the spacious quarter. Time for the test... I softly shake my head from side to side, like a child might do when outright refusing to do as he or she is told, except much slower. The pain is now very dull, a complete contrast to the original agonisingly sharp pain experienced during the beginning stages of the attack. My neck is stiff, not uncommon, my head feels thick, again, not uncommon, but something just isnt right. After only 5 hours of slumber, my head is almost "normal." This dull feeling normally only starts the day after my attack (which coincidentally I still have) but it has started too early.
This continues all evening, I have a small bite to eat, watch some CSI and Las Vegas on my PC, laying in bed, and fall asleep around 2:30am (having rested so much already, I was supprised to drift off so early)
Today I have a dull headache as I mentioned previously, my neck is still stiff, and I have a really sore jaw due to grinding my teeth during the attack. Maybe some sort of retainer might be a good idea... Back to work I go.. it's 11:40, roughly 24 hours ago I was in so much pain I couldn't see, I couldn't perform like a normal human being, and not through my lack of trying, or wanting to, but through sheer lack of ability. I will continue though, the second I became insentient, that thought of giving up hope dissipated, and besides, I have far to much to live for.
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