Last week, for the first time in a long time, I experienced a week long migraine the treatment medications at my disposal would not touch. On the night of the sixth day, I called my mom in tears and asked if she could come take me to the doctor the next morning. She arrived bright and early and hung out with the animals while I tried to sleep. I tried to call my local neurologist twice on the morning of that seventh day but didn’t get a callback. I decided I had no choice but to go to the emergency room.
It’s not that I didn’t know I needed to go. I knew I didn’t have any choice. But the bad experience I had there a few years ago has left me very anxious and reluctant about showing up ever since, even though I’ve been treated great.
Everyone checking me in was extremely kind and thoughtful. A wonderful mother waiting with her two kids to have her feverish son seen by a doctor kept lovingly shushing her little ones while we all waited. I wondered if she realized sound bothered me. My suspicion was confirmed when my mom and I, medical summary in hand, stood to go back and she whispered that she hoped I felt better soon. She too gets migraines and knows well how bad I was feeling. I felt a little like crying because of her unexpected kindness.
The nurse and doctor who ended up treating me couldn’t have been better. They were incredibly knowledgeable about how to treat the situation, but also asked me if there was a particular protocol that had been especially helpful in the past. Their compassion was off the charts. The nurse expertly started my IV (I’m a notoriously hard poke) and they set me up with Toradol and Zofran (we decided again the Reglan the doctor had ordered because it gives me the creepie crawlies).
Luckily the ER doctor was able to get my local neurologist on the phone to discuss which medications might be the best for my situation. They gave me magnesium first, which brought my pain down a few numbers, but I was worried it might ramp back up after I went home, so they went ahead and gave me the Depacon, too. I was down to a three after the Depacon and felt very comfortable going home, but also very tired.
You never quite know what to expect when you have to seek emergency treatment as a chronic pain patient with an acute pain emergency, but the experience truly couldn’t have gone better if I had scripted it myself. I wish I hadn’t had the need to go, but since I did I’m truly thankful I was treated by this nurse and doctor. I need to write a letter to the hospital to thank them both for handling things so incredibly well. They deserve the recognition.
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