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Bride vs Migraines

Yesterday I had another SPG nerve block for my chronic migraines. If you don't know what that is, I'll sum it up in saying that they stuck a tube up my nose and into my brain where a heavy dosage of anesthetic was injected into the nasty, mean nerve cluster which triggers my migraines. Let's get all of the basic questions out of the way:

  1. This is my 4th one.
  2. I'm completely awake for the entire thing.
  3. They only numb my nasal canals with q-tips and some gel stuff. 
  4. It tastes disgusting.
  5. It lasts for about a month or so, depending on the person and severity. (I'm still working on a schedule)
  6. Without them, I have migraines about 3 or more times a week.
  7. I will have to have this done constantly for the rest of my life until a permanent solution is found.
  8. It is a godsend and I'd probably be reduced to a little ball of screaming pain without it.

Usually, I'd be okay the day after but something wasn't right when I woke up. At the time, I was yelling at the future husband to turn the alarm off. There was this blinding pain in my face and back of my head. The doctor and assistant had some trouble getting the tube up my left nostril, which could explain why I'm sore. I'm feeling better now that I've taken every pill under the sun. By no means am I 100% here. It's not fun.

Imagine being terrified of waking up on your wedding day and having a migraine. That's one of the main reasons why I started getting the nerve blocks. I'm getting married in 18 months. Over the summer, we had to schedule our wedding planning around my migraines. Opps, can't go to see this venue today because Dill's head is seizing again. It happens. It isn't fair. You have to keep going. I don't care about the right color of cream or who has what cuff links on. I just don't want to be able to wake up on June 6th and know that I will be able to enjoy the day without blacking out or throwing up from migraine auras. Thankfully, I have a wedding coordinator who will be there to take care of things. My 3 best of best friends are my bridesmaids and know that it is important to keep the bride cool (temperature wise), calm, hydrated, and have her medication on hand. Let me not forget my wonderful future Mother-in-Law who has been my acting mom through the entire process. Some brides want the perfect day. I just don't want to pass out.


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