At this point, you may have heard of the new ‘miracle’ drug, Aimovig. It’s a new (ish) injectable for migraines. I think at this point, there are three on the market. But anywho, back to Aimovig. I’m set for my first injection on 3/5/19, and Botox at point after that. We’ll see how that goes.
The reason everyone is so excited about stabbing people in the leg (or belly, they give you options) with this stuff is because of the low side effect profile and high success rate in populations that have either failed Botox, aren’t able to to take other preventatives, or don’t find relief from using abortive medications like triptans.
On another note, have I mentioned how great this neurologist office is? New Neuro has agreed to redo ‘the seizure test’....with music! Musicogenic seizures are very real, and I didn’t even have to fight them on my wacky idea! This comes on the heels of me collapsing, bonking my head on the rabbit cage, and peeing on my new boyfriend’s floor. In the past while assembling a burger (Gardien brand if you’re curious), I went through a card table and couldn’t find the other burger I had waiting to assemble. I thought that I had just flung it somewhere, but on further inspection discovered that my assembled burger was actually the one missing. Never found the stupid thing. After that, I burrowed in my mummy bag for a day or so ‘cuz I was all droopy. There’s been many incidents that seem as though they could have been seizures over the years, but I’m totally fine with flashing lights and the tests never come back with anything, but I DO react to music.
New boyfriend miss read ‘seizures test’ as ‘seizure FEST’, and justified his brain’s faux pas by saying that music naturally accompanied a festival.
Friday, February 22, 2019
Monday, January 14, 2019
In memory of/ it’s been awhile
To state the obvious, it has indeed been a bit since my last post. I think I’ve been through a few more rounds of Botox since then, but most importantly I’d like to talk about my buns...the furry four-legged kind.
Since I don’t know which posts have been gobbled by net goblins, I’ll start with my new addition: Francis. Technically, her full name is Francis DiProvisio, or ‘Francis of providence’. She was found in the middle of the road by a buddy of mine that’s a truck driver. This beautiful, sweet ball of love and fluff (she’s a big girl) was clearly dumped just before my friend found her on his truck route in the middle of the night. She was clean and in good shape— teeth aligned and worn properly, clipped nails, and well groomed fur, and in an area where it was clear she hadn’t escaped from, not to mention the survival rate of domesticated rabbits in the wild is next to nothing.
She was most certainly abandoned just before being found, hence her name. Bless my insomnia, cuz I dunno if anyone else would have answered the phone at such an oddball hour. Truck buddy had called me knowing that I’m experienced with rabbits and that I’d most likely be awake.
That was back in August, and I’ve had her ever since. Fran-Fran is a rare cuddle bunny and just wants you to hold her ALL DAY...seriously. Where Voltaire would put her head down for pets, Francis just looks at you like, ‘Why are you trying to pet me when you can just pick me up?’
Plus, she’ll clean her face—which is among the cutest things ever—and munch on snacks while sitting on your lap. I’m a very lucky human to have her. Truck buddy didn’t feel right about just dropping her at a shelter or putting an ad out on the Internet. So, yeah... I’m blessed.
However, on December 22, 2018, one of the most amazing critters ever, passed away in my arms. It was Voltaire’s time to go. I knew the day would come, but that didn’t make it any easier. I love Francis and understand that she’s her own ‘person’, but it would be dishonest of me if I didn’t admit that I frick’n ‘wish it was the other kid’.
I don’t care how that sounds, but this is my blog and I’m being honest. I’m very happy to have Francis and look forward to having her presence in my life for many years to come. But, the Queen of the Universe is gone and I’m gonna be sore about it for a long time, dammit.
The Queen is dead, long live the Queen!
Since I don’t know which posts have been gobbled by net goblins, I’ll start with my new addition: Francis. Technically, her full name is Francis DiProvisio, or ‘Francis of providence’. She was found in the middle of the road by a buddy of mine that’s a truck driver. This beautiful, sweet ball of love and fluff (she’s a big girl) was clearly dumped just before my friend found her on his truck route in the middle of the night. She was clean and in good shape— teeth aligned and worn properly, clipped nails, and well groomed fur, and in an area where it was clear she hadn’t escaped from, not to mention the survival rate of domesticated rabbits in the wild is next to nothing.
She was most certainly abandoned just before being found, hence her name. Bless my insomnia, cuz I dunno if anyone else would have answered the phone at such an oddball hour. Truck buddy had called me knowing that I’m experienced with rabbits and that I’d most likely be awake.
That was back in August, and I’ve had her ever since. Fran-Fran is a rare cuddle bunny and just wants you to hold her ALL DAY...seriously. Where Voltaire would put her head down for pets, Francis just looks at you like, ‘Why are you trying to pet me when you can just pick me up?’
Plus, she’ll clean her face—which is among the cutest things ever—and munch on snacks while sitting on your lap. I’m a very lucky human to have her. Truck buddy didn’t feel right about just dropping her at a shelter or putting an ad out on the Internet. So, yeah... I’m blessed.
However, on December 22, 2018, one of the most amazing critters ever, passed away in my arms. It was Voltaire’s time to go. I knew the day would come, but that didn’t make it any easier. I love Francis and understand that she’s her own ‘person’, but it would be dishonest of me if I didn’t admit that I frick’n ‘wish it was the other kid’.
I don’t care how that sounds, but this is my blog and I’m being honest. I’m very happy to have Francis and look forward to having her presence in my life for many years to come. But, the Queen of the Universe is gone and I’m gonna be sore about it for a long time, dammit.
The Queen is dead, long live the Queen!
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