To Emergency Room… or to Not Emergency room
This is a question that has been plaguing me more and more lately. When migraine was my main source of discomfort, the Emergency Room was a double edged sword. You would walk in, go through the bright lights, beeping, loud noises, and after several hours of waiting, finally get some medication that may or may not help.
When I had to make that decision regarding my migraines my thinking was “would I rather feel the way I do, or would if I continue feeling this way I will die” If the answer was “I can handle the excruciating pain if I don’t move and use my migraine toolkit and sit in the dark with lavender Essential Oil going” I would stay home (I should add there would be lots of medication, Celebrex, triptans, gravel, Benadryl, Tylenol, and basically everything else I was told not to take but didn’t care – because it world work) I would still be in pain, my loving partner would keep that area of the house cool and quiet and while I would be lying down in our “sick room” (He’s not a fan of the smell of lavender) when it got close to bed time, he would quietly ask me if i wanted to stay where i was, or come sleep in our room, and get me an ice pack.
Now, if the answer was “if I continue feeling this way I would die” That would be a hospital visit. Oddly, the days of hospital visits I would appear healthier and look better than the other days (but as we know, looks can be deceiving) I would cab to the hospital (Ive JUST gotten over my fear of Uber) wait in the waiting room, essential be told that I was a druggie and wouldn’t be given any opioids (Thanks doc, I asked for an anti nausient a steroid and an anti-inflammatory) and eventually be given some version of these medications while waiting in a room full of bright lights, loud beeping and basically hell on earth.
What made up my decision for me? I went to the hospital when I thought it could get worse. When I would be in all that pain, and I would feel “this isn’t the last of it” that is when I would decide to go to the hospital. I would stay home when I knew that it wouldn’t be getting (much) worse from that point on.
I can never remember what I’ve used as a “features image” before, because I don’t take many. But here is my nephew “helping mommy” clean the kitchen.
Tomorrow will start two – when we get into the Mental health side of things (lots of fun there)
Happy Monday everyone. I’m off to declutter as my community is having a garage sale in a few weeks and I bought a table for it because I have entirely way to much stuff that I don’t need. and someone said that decluttering the house will declutter the mind.
Be well everyone. Shoot me a comment/message/tweet or whatever other social media if you have questions/comments about my life. (Unless you’re my mother. I know all your comments)