I wish you would NOT come back another day. I know, its a pipe dream, but a gal can dream right?? Some days I know exactly what I’m going to write about, other days I spend a while online just incorporating information, and other days it comes to me in a flash. Today was one of those days. A flash of pain. Calgon, take me away, cuz I’ve got a real bitch of a migraine. I’ve stated to find some other writers who are writing about their issues with chronic pain. I don’t talk about mine very often but, here it goes.

I have had migraine headaches since I was nine years old, yup nine. My daughter got her first migraine at 12 and my baby boy, he got his first at 7. How do you explain to a 7 year old that medicine has to work to relieve the power drill going off in his precious little noggin. It’s not fun. Luckily, my migraines didn’t get much worse with my first pregnancy (he tried to kill me all on his own), or with my second. Although, after my second pregnancy I had to begin taking daily medication for migraine headaches, usually three or four different ones a day. When I got pregnant with my third child, my migraines got seriously, fastly, progressively worse, with a capital W. I couldn’t take any daily medications and I ended up in the ER 17 times in less than 12 weeks for a shot of medication, the only treatment I could take while pregnant.

While giving birth to my last child, he broke my pelvis. I say last child because after what I went through there was not a chance in our universe I was going through that shit again. The hubbs, a usually patient and laid-back kind of fella, was with me. When I said I don’t think I can go through another pregnancy, he looked at me with total seriousness and said, “Honey, I don’t think I can go through another.” So, that was that. In any case, my migraines continued to be horrible and I have had some major surgeries to repair the broken pelvis and back issues resultant from breaking my pelvis.

Through it all, I know my family got sick of hearing about my aches, pains, and issues constantly. So, I created Suffering in Silence on Facebook. It’s a little group that I am rather proud of and it is closed so you can say whatever you wish. We have ladies and men in the group, chronic pain patients, depression, lupus, fibromyalgia, and just about anything else you can imagine. Please, join us!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/206261796054436/

Blessed be,

Anna Levenson Butler

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