Many of you are long-time readers and know of my saga of raging headaches from posts like this and this. After the spinal tap, the doctors and I had hoped that it would be a long-term fix, and that I wouldn't have any further headaches beyond my normal migraines once in a blue moon.
That was for naught, because within a week, the headaches were back.
I did get a diagnosis, though -- idiopathic intracranial hypertension. The GREAT news is there is no optic nerve damage yet (which is great, because this can make you go blind), there is NO tumor, there is NO cancer, and there is NO aneurysm. All big, HUGE bonuses. The bad news is there really isn't a cure, per se. I take two medications that dehydrate me big time and make me very, very tired, and I'm still getting adjusted to them and the doctors are playing around with the dosage. And when things get super-bad, spinal taps. Again.
What all that has to do with sledge hammers is yesterday I was doing fine, and as we were walking into Lowes to buy the paint for my lampwork studio, I got a rapid-onset migraine. What the...? Two types of headaches at once? You have got to be kidding me. But we got the paint, got me home, I took a shot, fell into bed, and my husband, who is a saint, painted the entire studio for me.
(I'll show you pictures later -- but I CAN tell you that it's three colors, one of which is purple, and one of which made my husband raise his eyebrows and ask me if I was really sure.)
I know this has been hard on Zack. But he showed me today that I am indeed loved. He called me into his playroom and with my eyes squinted half-open, I see this:
See, that's a heart coming out of a headache.
So much for the sledge hammer. It's relegated to the garage for now.