This one time, in pain camp…

I took a leave of absence from work.  The pain is so unpredictable and uncontrolled that I can’t manage a consistent work schedule.  My office, being amazing, has promised to save my position for me and has given me the time I need to get better. I met with SuperDoc this week and she decided things have gotten serious enough to refer me to Pain Camp.

Okay, it’s actually an in-patient hospitalization in Michigan where they monitor you 24/7 and use IV injection medication to find the correct mix of chemicals you need to manage your disability. Because that is officially what I have, a disabling condition that when unmanaged takes over my life.

I can’t drive, eat, sleep, or work.  I need help from my family and Dan in getting the children to and from school.  I can grocery shop because it’s within walking distance.  I can cook because sandwiches are easy. I am in crisis. This is it. My daily pain level runs between a 7 and a 10. So it’s time to get aggressive.

I have chemically caused chronic migraine and trigeminal nueralgia.  The left side of my body from the lower jaw to my temple has a tendency to shoot unexpected pain through me at random intervals. This pain can last 30 seconds to five or ten minutes. It is blinding and awful. It causes flashes of light that blind me. Mostly it renders me useless. The migraine sits in the background and makes sound and light irritating and difficult to handle. Most days it behaves.

I don’t know why but in the last three months the intensity of my condition has worsened appreciably. I have gone from manageable to completely broken down. I have had to call an ambulance to pick me up at work, I have has to miss work and social events, I have been in bed a lot. It’s time to go nuclear.

Monday I start the admissions process. Hopefully my insurance pays for most or all of it. It’s about $40,000 if they don’t. I am worried about managing if they do not. It can take months to find the solution without inpatient treatment. The hope with inpatient hospitalization is that doctors can use IV medication to instantly judge effectiveness and side effects, thereby allowing a quick determination of what mix of chemicals will correct what is wrong with my brain. Left to do it out patient, I will have to try one medication at a time, in pill form, wait for side effects, try another, etc. The last medication I tried caused vasospasms, resulting in two ER visits with chest pains and a host of anxiety filled days for everyone.

It has been suggested that I do a GoFundMe or something if the insurance won’t cover it, but I don’t have the energy to run one. If it turns out it’s not covered, and any of you want to run a fundraiser to get me into the pain camp, I will be eternally grateful. I will also be in my cave curled up under a quilt whimpering. I can send live feed images of feral quilt cave me to push the campaign along.

Please be patient with me my friends. I am trying to come back to myself and then, to you. I am not ignoring you, but I don’t have the ability to reach out right now. Please reach out to me.

4 thoughts on “This one time, in pain camp…”

  1. I’m here – I’m reading. I hear you. I’m in a very tunnel vision world right now with Mike’s work schedule and the kids and my PPD, but I just wanted you to know that I am reading. XOXO

  2. Hi Misty,

    I purchased a WordPress plugin that allows me to set up my own crowdfunding page. I can use it for as many sites as I like. There are no gimmicks or contracts or penalties for not hitting your goal or fees (other than Paypal). If you would like me to set up a crowdfunding page for you, I can do that. We should just have a chat about the details.

    Wishing you lots of love and prayers for healing, Oyster

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