If you are just dying to know the story of why I disappeared for the better part of a month, read on. If not, hey, guess what guys, I’m back. Sort of. Mostly. At least until my brainworms explode and colonize the planet.
Yaaaay everyone get in a circle it’s story time!
So hey I have brainworms!
The truth is actually pretty boring so hang on kiddies. I’ve always suffered from crippling, horrifying, pulsating, blood-curdling, mild euphoria-inducing migraines. They usually hit me a couple times a month, and when they do I’m totally incapacitated for the day. Literally reduced to a drooling adult baby, I tend to just suffer until they pass. I’ve tried OTC meds and prescription meds and neither have worked. The only thing that provides even a modicum of relief is tightly wrapping my head with what I like to call my “pressure band”, which is actually just an elastic knee brace that I cut up and strap around my forehead. I look wildly ridiculous attractive. No you are not getting a picture. I look something like this:

fortunately, my insides have yet to gush forth in a horrific melding of metal and flesh that ultimately causes my epic explodey demise.
During the past month, my migraines worsened and started happening on a daily basis. I barely managed to make it to work, and often had to work from home, scrambling to catch up in between bouts of brainbruising pain. I went to the doctor, and there wasn’t much to be done. I could get shots of Toradol in the doctor’s office that worked for a short time. I again tried the prescription meds (Imitrex and Maxalt) with no success. I was told to strictly limit my computer time, get as much sleep as possible, cut back on my caffeine, etc. I tried all of that and nothing helped. Meanwhile, I neglected my blog and worse of all, I was LOOONELY. I live alone (with my cat Geordi LaForge), I work all day, and my main source of human interaction was through my blog. AGH I MISSED YOU GUYS SO MUCH.
So now what? Well, I still have the migraines. Sunday I had one of the worst ones yet. My doctor changed my birth control, thinking that maybe one with lower hormones would help. We’re going to try that, see if it helps. If not, it will be time to do blood tests and possibly other pokey proddy things. With nozzzzzles. I don’t know. Perhaps I just enjoy saying nozzle. Probably. I don’t believe that restricting my computer time made things worse or better, and I don’t want to be so ALOOOOONE. In the meantime I’m going to begin posting things again, but I don’t know when or if my brainworms will spontaneously decide to give me an impromptu lobotomy. I am grateful that so many of you continued to follow me even though it seemed as if I had gone forever into the abyss. If you decide to stick with me I can’t promise that things will be ever like they were before. But hey, occasional moments of incompetence stunning brilliance are better than nothing, right?

YEA VERILY.
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