Sigh

I had to make a quick trip to the local ER yesterday. Never-ending migraine plus dehydration from vomiting and not drinking enough due to the migraine. They pushed fluids into me, along with 4 different meds.

Feeling very shaky today, still nauseous, but there are less drums playing in the orchestra inside my head. This counts as progress. Sigh. I have stuff to do, darn it!

The hospital where I was treated, well, it was the hospital where my Dad died 19 years ago. I wonder if I will ever be able to enter that hospital and not think – this is where I last saw my father, this is where he died. I guess it’s all just part of life’s journey. I never thought in a million years I would end up living in Monsey – and here I am, raising my kids barely a couple of miles from where my Dad lived all those years ago.

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  1. Assuming you have no allergies or contraindications, get a ‘script for something called metoclopramide 10 mg from your doctor. When your next headache beings – and I mean begins, like right at the start – pop one of those with ibuprofen 600 mg, put a cold cloth on your forehead and go lie down in a dark room for 1 hour.

  2. NechamaLeibowitz says:

    I went to a headache clinic in the city because I just couldnt handle my migraines anymore. Amazing doctor over there, if you want his name. That being said, I am sometimes very grateful that I will never move down to FL and never live anywhere remotely near the hospital where I last saw my mother alive. I feel your pain and want to send huge hugs your way.

  3. tesyaa says:

    I hope you’re not planning to fast Sunday.

  4. sheldan says:

    I recently put up a plaque at the Memphis Jewish Home in memory of my parents, my wife’s parents, my maternal grandmother, and my wife’s uncle. Before we moved to Boca, we visited the home to see the plaques.

    When I go into the Home now, I think of my father, who spent the last six months of his life there. Those six months were not representative of his life–when I think of him I will not think of how he looked and how he was suffering. I cannot imaging going to the 400 wing of the Home and especially the room where he died.

    Erev Rosh Hashanah will be his yahrzeit and the end of 18 months of mourning for my mother and him. They will always be with me.

  5. shilohmuse says:

    feel better, take it easy and think happy thoughts
    shabbat shalom

  6. Samantha T says:

    Feel better and take it easy today. Let your little helpers help prepare for shabbat.

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