Shedding the baby weight…again!

soooo… you don’t want to know.

Truth be told, i’m still hanging around 185. I had gotten to 182.6 but you know how the holidays are.

Last night rob and I went to go running at the track, I’d already had a small headache. The running in the cold air took that headache and exacerbated it to the point of extreme. I couldn’t even walk straight after the first two laps. I finished six laps (3 walk, 3 jog) and took some advil when I got back to my inlaws house. It did next to nothing. I’d had the return of vertigo when I stand up lately but nothing quite like this. I was feeling okay though. We’d put James to sleep in the back bedroom, it was after 11pm, My head ached and people were loud but it was tolerable. I started to think…if they wake up James…That will be the end of my being okay. Lo and behold, not 5 minutes later he awoke. Very unhappy. As was I.

We kept him up because we would end up waking him again at midnight to go home. I was pissed off beyong belief. You have no idea. I know this stuff happens but you have to understand. Driving home, my headache was so bad that the headlights of the oncoming traffic brought me to tears (and thus, I held my head in my hands). We got james back to bed and I climbed into bed (cause I had to be at work at 7am..it’s 1am at this point) and it hurts to lay my head on the pillow. Needless to say I did NOT sleep well. I took some excedrin before going to work, and it took the edge off, but I packed my darvocet from when I had my c-section in my purse as a no hope last ditch effort. I HATED taking that stuff. It made me blind as a bat, but it took away the pain. I hoped I wouldn’t have to use it. I took some more excedrin around nine (less than 4 hours later, oh my) and it soothed the pain enough for me to continue working.

So, let me describe these headaches.

It starts between my eyes, in my forehead, and radiates outword in an aching, throbbing, debilitating pain. I would actually give it a 5 or a 6 on a hospital scale. I say this loosely, however, as I would think I hit 10 while being in the heat of labour, 10 inches dilated, contractions on top of each other, no epidural, baby stuck in my pelvis, waiting THIRTY. MINUTES. for the operating room. Longest thirty minutes of my entire life. That was probably a ten. So for me to even give this a five is probably saying something.

I know the internet makes everyone a doctor, but I tried to be as thorough as possible and it seems the two most likely culprits are iron deficiency anemia (which my mother has and I was at risk for) and acute sinusitis.  I don’t like this headache. It makes me a total bitch. It makes it impossible to work out.

I feel bloated and icky and even after taking almost everything in my medicine cabinet (except the darvocet) I still have this freaking headache.

I have to work the crummiest of shifts tomorrow.

Happier entries to come. Promise.

Here is the cutest picture in the history of the world.

Filed under: daily ponderings, wtf on January 2nd, 2009