Gary has spent almost eight years now with his chronic persistent migraine. The pain has lessened since the horror of his initial episode. He's taking extra epilepsy medication now for the headaches, so his epilepsy symptoms have backed off as well, which is a nice bonus.
For some reason, two weeks ago his migraine symptoms bumped up. The nausea was back, the light sensitivity, the painful watery eyes, the fatigue. He says it isn't as bad as the first time. After reviewing blog posts from that era, I'd say his level of pain may not be as bad as what sent him to the hospital, but it's as bad as the first month living with the medicated migraine.
This is how Gary is dealing with this recurrence of the persistent migraine.
- He has bought a special bamboo pillow specifically for side sleepers, because he believes the way he sleeps on his pitiful thirty-year old pillows may be pressing on his trigeminal nerve and exacerbating his migraine. He tried it a few days and it was not the answer.
- He stopped eating his preferred vegetable course for every meal: grape tomatoes. On any day we have four containers of grape tomatoes in the house because he will suck up one container as a snack. This one worked for several hours.
- He stopped eating the thin slices of salami he prefers, because they contain some migraine-triggering element in food that begins with an A. This worked for several days.
- He switched his drugs around so he takes his nighttime drugs in the morning and vice versa. He came out the next morning and announced that it did not work. I asked if he really thought a drug change would work after one day.
- He bought a top-of-the-line eyepatch because he thought too much light might be getting into his right eye and inflaming his optic nerve. This ... do I have to say it ... did not work.
- He had some pie, because he read that some people get migraine relief from comfort food. This did work for six hours.
- He decided that changing up his diet so much was what was causing his migraine.
He came home a few days ago and said that his migraine had spread to his teeth, back, and belly. "GO TO THE DOCTOR," I said, loudly, perhaps too loudly to a man who can't unload the dishwasher because the noise sends him to his bed.
"You are an awful nurse!" he grouched. This is true. Also, he is an awful doctor.