In the past four months I’ve visited my GP more times than I have over the past four years. After being plagued with migraines I decided enough was enough and I wanted to do something about it. At first, it seemed light sensitivity was the problem – as I’m often looking at very bright light in otherwise dark environments. When I had my eyes checked, and everything came back okay, my doctor moved on to the possibility that – while light was a problem, stress and anxiety could be making it worse. Just to be sure there were no further underlying problems, I went for a few blood tests, and I wore a blood pressure monitor for 24 hours while I was in work. I have to admit, wearing a blood pressure monitor was so uncomfortable. It went off every half an hour to take a reading and if it failed to take a reading, it would just try again, but this time it would get tighter. It made work very difficult, and sleeping even more so. I was glad to see the back of the thing the next morning. Continue reading
Last month I was finally diagnosed with migraines – a diagnosis I sort-of knew was coming, but I wanted confirmed anyway. As part of my treatment I was given tablets called Sumatriptan, capable of stopping a migraine in its tracks. Unfortunately, they didn’t quite work for me. Though they would eventually stop a migraine, they took between 6 to 8 hours to kick in, and I wanted treatment to work almost immediately, so I didn’t have to miss days of work. Continue reading
One of my biggest fears in going to the doctor’s surgery. I’m not scared of doctors, I’m not scared of dentists, I’m not scared of hospitals, but I am scared of wasting their time. I’m scared they’ll say it’s all in my head, or there isn’t a problem, or I didn’t need to come and see them. Most of the time, I’ll stay away unless I’m really struggling – and my headaches have gotten to that point. Last year, my headaches were crippling, but they seemed to tone down after I got new glasses. I thought it was all sorted but, in February, they started coming back with a vengeance. Not being able to walk up a hill in Edinburgh due to a pounding headache was the final straw. I bit the bullet, and I made an appointment.
That’s a big deal for me!