So, last night I decided to have a migraine! (And by “decided to have’, I mean “it happened to me and I had no choice in the matter”.)
(Non-detailed discussion of emesis and blood beneath the jump.)
I’m used to the vomiting-until-passing-out thing with Blinder migraines. Usually it goes four vomiting spates, wherein there is nothing in my stomach after the first one, and then either the pills/gel kick in (when I can’t keep pills down, I put ibuprofen gel on my forehead and temples; it’s not a perfect fix but anything that takes the edge off remotely in Blinder situations is good to go, in my book), and then I have the deepest and most restful sleep I can possibly have, even moreso than when I’ve been given a Valium (or one of its cousins). Kid you not, migraine after-sleeps are lovely.
(…are they worth the pain? No! No, they are not. :D)
But last night. Ohoho, last night. Eight vomiting spates, and by the fourth? I was vomiting blood and bile. Yup. Fun for the whole dysfunctional family. I thought I was hallucinating at first, but my long-suffering Migraine Caretaker was like, “no, you weren’t dreaming, that was blood. Um. How’s your stomach today?”
…really sore, truth be told. :/ I had a very basic, light chicken schnitzel sandwich for dinner and I’m paying for it now. Should have just stuck to apple juice and Zooper Doopers, I guess. I hope I haven’t done something horrific to my stomach/oesophagus/throat? I gave my throat a cursory examination this morning and it’s not too sore, and not even all that red, no signs of abrasions or swellings, so…hm. :/ Hopefully it’s just postdrome stomach being a little sensitive, but yeah…my tip for life: don’t throw up blood. It’s absolutely freaky and really not good for you.
đ You know, if Ausgov would just put effing Zofran on the PBS, we could avoid the vomiting blood, but noooo. (Well, more accurately, we could avoid vomiting anything, really, but holy crap I will take normal vomiting over blood vomiting any day.)