An Average Day In The Life With Nerve Damage

*Insert sarcastic voice* Today has been absolutely bloody fantastic. It started out with a rather rude awakening at 4.30am, with bolts of lightning shooting through the right side of my head and eye. It’s been a couple of weeks since my last migraine, so I guess I was due one. I took a Sumatriptan pill and laid back down, praying I could get some more sleep. Unfortunately that wasn’t to be. By the time 8.30am came around when I could take the second pill, I was almost climbing up the walls, the pain was that bad. I always get sick when I have migraines too, so as soon as it starts I take another pill for the nausea, but again it take time to work, which means I often end up vomiting at least a couple of times. Thankfully today it was only twice. I spent the entire morning curled up on the sofa in darkness, both the blinds and the curtains were closed. Whilst I sat there, curled up in a ball under my favourite blanket, I thought longingly about the cup of fragrant coffee that I really wanted, but knew I’d never tolerate the brightness of the kitchen, let alone the smell of the coffee once made. I have in my kitchen what I have fondly taken to calling, a “win-door”. Although technically it is a window, it opens inwards like a door, and is almost door sized, so that if you are brave enough, you can lean precariously out of the window to hang your washing on the line. Whilst I love the fact that even though I’m on the second floor I can still hang my laundry out, having such a larch window means that my kitchen is blindingly bright from a godawful early hour It’s bad enough on any morning when you’ve had little sleep, let alone when you have a team of construction workers drilling into your skull and eyeball. Thankfully by late morning the pain had started to ease, and by mid afternoon the pain was gone, just leaving the drained lethargy which is the “migraine hangover”. This easing of the migraine led me into a false sense of security, however. When I was rejoicing over finally being able to drink my long awaited cup of coffee, the nerve damage fun and games started. First up, we had my hair. I had my hair loose as I usually do, and then all of a sudden, the feel of my hair touching the bare skin on my neck and upper back was driving me MAD. It is the oddest sensation of both hurting like intense pins and needles, and itching……and not just any itching, it was the itching that you always get in an unreachable place, when no one is around to scratch it for you. The kind of itching that has you scratching your back against the door frame, like a bear does to a tree. I somewhat solved that issue by tying my hair up in a bun, so it wasn’t touching any skin. However, after thinking I had sorted it out, the colony of ants arrived. This delightful sensation drives me even more barmy. Imagine having millions and millions of ants crawling all over you, or worse, imagine having millions of ants crawling around under your skin, so it feels like your skin is moving. You feel it everywhere. On your scalp, all down your back, your arms and legs, in your ears, and up your nose…..not one part of escapes the ants. You scratch, you rub, you slap….nothing gives you relief, until the nerves stop misfiring. So that has been my day, ladies and gentlemen… An exploding head this morning, and crawling skin for most of the afternoon. I had hoped that I would have had a slightly better evening, only my grocery shopping delivery arrived just as I sat down to eat my tea. Clearly it has been “one of those days”. Here’s hoping tomorrow is less adventurous!!