Written on 3/18/14
It’s been over a week ago now, but last Friday I had another episode begin at work. It was the same horrible story as last time, except I had to drive 1 hour 15 min instead of 40 min like last time. It was slightly less intense than last time, and I made it home thankfully. Stopped the episode at home when I got in the bed and smoked MJ. It stopped nearly immediately after smoking. No ER necessary, thank goodness. Then i slept, and woke up later with no nausea. (Oh, and we had dinner plans that I had to cancel with an old friend I hadn’t seen in years and was really excited to see her after months of trying to plan a time to get together. uhhg)
Usually, once I have one episode, I am good for about a month. At least two weeks, anyway. I was feeling ok the next day and had eaten a little. Not much energy, but I was good to sit and hold a conversation. We had plans that night to take my cousin out for dinner and dancing for her birthday that had already been postponed twice. She offered to postpone again, but I didn’t want to and gave the disclaimer that I wouldn’t be a dancing queen that night. We made it to dinner, where I ordered steamed veggies and broiled fish to be safe, but I ate a stuffed mushroom appetizer. I can barely resist those!!! I didn’t resist those, I guess. So, in 5 minutes I was in the bathroom vomiting and had to ask to go home halfway through dinner. Stopped it at home again after getting into bed and smoking MJ. Again. Same story.
I have never had an episode 2 days in a row. Yes these were mild, as I was able to stop them at home, but I’ve still never had that happen and thought I knew my pattern better. I thought I was safe for the night. But this thing changes, and that is something that has definitely changed. Maybe it was because they were more mild compared to other episodes, and it might have been like coalescence where the last one never really stopped. But it felt like it stopped!! I really felt good enough to attempt to have dinner out and maybe watch other people dance, but my body disagreed with me there.
I hate it when it changes!! I want to be able to predict my pattern… Not really much to say to that, except, “tough crap”, huh?