So much for updating once a month. Actually, this might not be such a little update after all. :P( Work StuffCollapse )
That was basically the long version of my Twitter rants lately. I also need to do a health update, though I put most of this on Facebook already.( HealthCollapse )
In other, slightly more exciting health-related news... on 28th February I went to get my daith pierced. I had been intending to get it done for some time, but finally bit the bullet thanks to my colleague and our line manager deciding to get theirs done. One of our East colleagues had it done specifically for medicinal purposes and confirmed the magic, migraine-healing properties, so we figured we had nothing to lose and all booked Tuesday afternoon off to go and get it done.
My migraines have been getting worse lately - more frequent and occasionally more intense, and painkillers do nothing to relieve them. £30 for a daith piercing seemed a small price to pay if it actually worked.
You're supposed to pierce the side where you get migraines; mine tend to occur on both sides (when I get a three-day migraine they start on one side and migrate to the other by the third day) but I went for my left ear as on Saturday I had a bit of a migraine on that side.
This will sound crazy, but about an hour after getting it done it felt as though there was less pressure in the left side of my head. I hadn't even noticed there was pressure at all until it was gone. The ultimate litmus test, I guess, was actually the day after (yesterday) as we had to attend a funeral (Lynn, Andrea's [Paul's sister-in-law] mother, a lovely lady who we last saw at Christmas). This was an understandably stressful and upsetting day (we were both fine until we saw Andrea in pieces and that set us both off; she's one of the strongest people I know and it was awful seeing her so broken), though for me my reasons for being upset were somewhat more selfish: basically, I miss my mum. Obviously, I have come to terms with the emigration, but sometimes it just hits me like a punch in the face.
(It's also likely I've become That Person who cries at funerals. And weddings.)
(Also, the wake was lovely - the family pulled the stops out to cater for everyone and I think Lynn would have been proud of their bravery and resilience. Unfortunately, I ran out of spoons pretty rapidly because Paul's dad (Brian) is hard work at the best of times, and it didn't help that his opening comment was regarding the piano - he and his other half had given Noel and Helen a lift to the funeral and she'd told him that they wanted to decorate the room where she's kindly storing the piano for me, so Brian's first comment was that we had to move it or it would be "going on the scrap heap". Admittedly, he isn't aware of all the drama surrounding the piano issue, but I'm sure Helen would have asked about it in a more subtle / less dickish way. Brian is also hard work when he's drunk and I decided it might be best to leave before I got snappy and upset someone, as the spoons deficit had obliterated all my social niceties.)
Anyway, even though the stress did cause a migraine, it was interestingly only constrained to the right side of my head, and on getting home later I took a Naproxen which was actually effective (on its own, without the addition of paracetemol) at easing the pain.
Clearly, it's too soon to say if the daith piercing has been a success, but the evidence so far is promising. I had a feeling I would need to get both sides done because of how my migraines manifest, so I'll leave it a couple of months and see what happens, then probably get the other ear done as well.
If this improves my quality of life even a little bit, I'll call it £30 well spent - and one less health issue to worry about whilst I resolve my mystery kidney problem.
Anyway, I think that's about everything.