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I have such a melodramatic tale!

So my migrane DID land me in the hospital a few weeks ago, I did indeed feel like it was a bit melodramatic but it just wouldn’t go away. As I mentioned, it was better after a week off work and heavy-duty drugs and a dark draped-off room, but was still a good strong 2 to 3 on the good old pain scale.

Hence the drama of the hospital.

Even then the migraine remained after the hospital, and grew to a 4 or 5 the Saturday after, but pretty much left that Sunday. And by the time I returned to work it was for the most part gone, just tiny winks and flashes that won’t let me forget.

And I felt truly like myself for the first time in years last week, which makes me wonder just how long I have been suffering!

Hooray, I say, hooray!!!!!

How many times have we pondered this question?  And to what are we supposed to compare this to?

If I compare it to the pain I saw my mom or dad in during past surgeries, I don’t even know if it would register a 1.

So just my own experience? Well, even then it doesn’t compare to surgery I had at the age of 21.

Just a couple of weeks ago I told a doctor my migraine, which I have had since Valentine’s Day, was at 8.  I needed a shot for pain badly — I was on my third week of a painful migraine and couldn’t take it much longer.

Did I exaggerate?  No, I don’t think so.  But as far as pain goes on a scale of 1 to 10 I wouldn’t call it a 8. If someone were to slice into my hand, that might be an 8, my arm almost chopped off might be close to a 10. But wouldn’t open heart surgery or something like that be a 10?  Good God, in days of no anesthetic, now that is a 10!

See?  This is where my mind goes. Now how am I do judge whether I am a 5 6 7 8 9 or 10? Well?

So I told the good doctor the migraine was an 8 as I felt the migraine deserved the praise of an 8 at the time, and she gave me a shot and I laid back in the cool office for a while listening to the shuffle of their feet outside the door.

A week later after seeing an acupuncturist, twice, who knocked out one level of the pain, and a neurologist who is doing more testing and starting me on different medications, the migraine still would not cease.

The following week the migraine grew once again … is this week 4 or 5? I can’t seem to remember. More acupuncture, different pills through the new neurologist, diet changes. The bell rang and that migraine knocked me cold.

I was in bed all weekend for the 4th weekend in a row.

I was all prepared this past Monday for the doctor to ask me how bad the pain was, I felt silly saying it was 8 the few weeks before, because damned if it wasn’t a 10 in the migraine world now, not that there might still be another level of 10.

But, she didn’t ask, just instantly wanted to admit me to a hospital so she could bring out the big guns, the drugs she can’t use while I am at home.

:gulp:

That scared me. I am not a big bad brave girl. I can be outgoing and spontaneous, and love that because then I do things without thinking about it.

But when I think about it …. Heck, it took me six months to walk into Kennedy Club Fitness by myself. I think I have whatever phobia it might be that you get scared to walk into a place full of people — even if it is people you know!  Except my immediate family.

Anyway, should have done that. That was Monday, started heavy duty drugs Monday night through Wednesday night and was pretty wobbly through Friday. Now I still have a migraine.

Her directions were if I still have a migraine, admit myself to the hospital.

But my pain is only about 2 or 3? Ah, the saga continues!

I didn’t get my Valentine’s Day cookies made this year!  I have been following the blog of The Sweet Adventures of Sugarbelle and love her style. I was completely inspired to make Valentine cookies! Her designs are beautiful and so creative.

My family grew up decorating cookies like this.  Mom always made gingerbread cookies in fun shapes for all occasions, and ever since I was a little girl we would sit around the table and decorate the cookies together.

We called them Nut Tree cookies after The Nut Tree between San Francisco and Sacramento. In the 70s we would stop off there on trips and they had great big decorated cookies like this.

I was going to have my beads here on my site by this time, however family and work always comes first. Work has settled a bit for me, I work on the website at KSBY in San Luis Obispo and we were transferring all of our ads into a new system in January, and February has been troubleshooting and catching up!

And then family called: Matthew and I have been driving down to Pasadena to help my aunt get my grandparents house cleaned up and ready to sell.

The biggest job was finding the garage, which had collapsed under about 35 years of ivy! But after a full day of work we found the foundation, and we just went down this past weekend to help haul part of it off to the dump.

The house was built in the very early 1900s and was on the cover of a magazine in 1910.

A lot of hard work, but so good to work with family and help out!

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My thanks to the Pasadena Bead and Design show and all the attendees who stopped by to see me!  It was so much fun to see a couple of familiar faces, and to meet so many new people.

Matthew and I had a great time, and we are hoping to be back in July so please stay tuned.

I focused on making my black, red and white beads while I was there.  I will post a picture tomorrow, I need to find the beads now!

Cheers to all!  Watch my blog for more bead information so you can order from me here off my blog!