Saw My Doctor Today

She is currently going on the theory that lack of sleep is causing all of it. So I have: –

Stronger sleeping pills
migraine sachets (Taste AWFUL!!)
anti-nausea drugs
increased dose of trazadone

The plan is to take a migraine sachet every 12 hours for the next three days to see if that makes the constant ache in the back of my head, and the stronger pain in the front of my head, go away so that when I take the sleeping pills they will work and let me sleep more than 4 – 5 hours at a time which will, hopefully, reduce the nausea in conjunction with the anti-nausea meds. The overall plan is GET ROBYN TO SLEEP and then see how I feel. The increased trazadone is two fold: One, will also help me sleep and two help rid me of any anxiety I may be having over just not feeling well all.the.time.

I am also off work for the next two weeks, hoping that little to no stress will also help me sleep better.

I see her again in a fortnight, and then we’ll see where we are at.

The interesting part was when I called my boss to let him know what is going on, he laughed and said they had just been talking about me, to which I replied “uh oh” to which he replied “no, all good things, really!” So I guess I am not *totally* messing up my career with the Science Park.

Its kinda scary to not know what is wrong with me. To feel like total crap all.the.time.  Especially since my biggest symptom is this never ending ache in my head.

How can I not be going “brain tumor, I have a brain tumor!”?  Obviously, my doctor doesn’t think that’s the case, or she would send me for a neurological consult, but its still there, in my deepest thoughts.  Hopefully getting some good sleep will clear everything up and I can go back to my life.

I’m also kinda wondering when I will catch a break.  First I was on heavy meds for my anxiety.  Then I get off those and get diagnosed with Type II Diabetes.  Then I get *that* under control and this issue comes up.  When do I get to be healthy.

Simon, is, as always, a rock.  Not pestering me about *anything* including the 3 weeks of unfolded laundry that is currently dumped on the bed in the smaller spare room, aka the library.  He just cheerfully digs through it to find matching socks and clean underpants.  I guess I should be glad its clean!

So what am I going to do with myself for the next 2ish weeks?  Rest.  Watch West Wing on DVD.  Try to find a dress for my Sister In Law’s wedding in September.

And maybe fold some laundry.