Happy birthday US! Let’s ignite metal salts in the sky to celebrate.
How was your Fourth of July? Mine was super, thanks for asking. I had a three day break from treatment and a four day break from work. Even better, I spent the weekend in style, helping Kathryn dogsit for a Boston Terrier named Pugsley. Pugsley lives in a penthouse apartment at Houston and 2nd avenue. Damn Pugsley, that’s the way to live – a long view of this magnificent city, division rivalries in HD and bookcases full of classic comics.
The sad part of our staycation was that my headaches and exhaustion kept us from exploring the neighborhood around us, which, for those of you who haven’t explored the new Lower East Side, has one of the world’s greatest concentrations of boutiques, gourmet restaurants and music venues. But such is life.
The blood pressure medication they’ve given me isn’t cutting the headaches any more, and I’m acutely aware of that fact at this very moment, crammed into the express train and trying to type with one hand (although I’ve found that wearing earplugs on my way to work helps). Instead, my new medication has succeeded only in compounding my exhaustion and making me light-headed and dizzy. That’s helpful! I’m going to give it a few more days but it’s not been a pleasant experience.
I’m going a bit insane with these headaches. I have an appointment with a neurologist next week and am still hoping to get some answers. I’m nearly halfway through radiation – and that’s been the easy part these last few weeks.
Except for the headaches, it sounds like you’re going through the exact same thing I dealt with the first month I was on my hbp meds. And that really sucks.