Twenty-one years, twenty-one long years.
Headaches are as common place in my life as,
Loss of memory,
Disdain for Ant & Dec,
Loss of balance,
But now (well, last week) a health professional has finally taken me seriously. My doctor duly expressed his concerns to my hospital consultant. He’s not literally mine, you understand, I don’t own him, I just call upon the service as and when I need it. He’s like a Chinese restaurant to be honest. I never really think about it until I suddenly have a distinct yearning, a need, if you will. Only, I’m not hungry ten minutes after I’ve finished seeing a consultant. I don’t douse him in soy sauce either. Well, not since the restraining order anyway.
The hospital read the doctor’s concerns, my own worries expressed through the medium of an over worked and slightly bored GP. A letter winged it’s back to said doctor, I say ‘winged,’ I mean arrived with all the urgency of a snail in a coma.
The upshot of the short game of chain letters is that I am now taking a very low dose of Amitriptyline. One tablet at night. A nerve inhibitor used, in my case, to suppress the headaches before they even begin. Wonderful. However…
I’m 15 hours into the regime and my nerves are certainly being inhibited, sadly though, so is everything else. I’m walking through a fog, each footstep is a chore, even clarity of thought is a struggle. Still, on the bright side, Amitriptyline is used to treat a number of mental illnesses including depression and anxiety disorders, amongst others. So, I’m not really functioning at the top of my game, I’m craving sleep and I can’t see straight; but at least I don’t feel that bad about it. So that’s good.
Amitriptyline? I’m-a certainly tripping.
Ooh, look, a squirell.