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the woes of poor patsington

Patsington has always suffered from migraines, but they've usually been relatively mild and short-lasting. Alas for Patsington, who was playing a gig over in Galway on Friday night, this seems to have changed. He rang me after the gig saying he had a bit of a headache, and rang the following morning saying it had developed into a full-on migraine, of a severity he'd never experienced before. His mother gets migraines like this, and a few weeks ago his sister had such a bad one she had to go to hospital in case it was actually an aneurysm or something, but this was the first time Patsington had been stricken. We were meant to be going out for dinner in Jade with friends last night, and Patsington was planning on driving home early, but the pain was too bad and he had to stay on in Galway for a bit longer.

It seemed to get a bit better as the day went on, and he thought he would be able to go out, but just after I arrived in town to meet up with barsine prior to the dinner, poor Patsington rang saying he had only just got in the car and would in no way be up to an outing. No twice cooked pork for us! So I cancelled the dinner* and met with barsine, Patsington having assured me that he was fine really and was just drained but if it got worse he would get medical help.

barsine and I had a delightful time and a couple of drinks in Dragon, and on my way to the bus stop I rang Patsington to see if he wanted me to get him something in the takeaway on the way home. And P's friend Cormac answered, and told me that Patsington's migraine had taken a turn for the worse, and the doctor had to be called to the house! I didn't know that doctors even still made house calls. So I was very worried in case this really was an aneurysm or something, and got home as quickly as I could, to find Patsington lying on the couch under a blanket with Ju Ju on his tummy, feebly eating a bar of Dairy Milk. The doctor had been and gone (Cormac had left too), and the doctor had confirmed that it really was just a migraine, albeit a bad one, and not anything life-threatening, and he had given Patsington an injection(!) of some crazy probably-addictive painkiller which had made Patsington feel so much better that soon he was plaintively asking me to make him scrambled eggs on toast, which I did. Today the poor invalid is feeling a bit better but is languishing in bed, and I have become a sort of nurse, succumbing to his (surely migraine-unfriendly) requests for coffee. Pray...for...Mojo!

*Gah, I hate cancelling things, especially at short notice. I always feel like I'm being rude and usually end up waffling until the other person is forced to say "so you can't come then, can you?".



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Jan. 28th, 2007 01:04 pm (UTC)
Heh, that's exactly what Patsington said - he says he would feel awful if he didn't have coffee, and claims that it doesn't make his existing headache feel worse!

I'm relieved it really was just a migraine, though. I've never got a migraine myself, and I actually rarely get headaches, which, combined with the fact that my grandma had (and survived) a brain aneurysm, means that whenever I do get a slight pain behind the eyes I'm convinced that it's something incredibly serious. Which it never has been so far...
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:52 pm (UTC)
He's right on that one! If he drinks as much coffee as I do, then a caffeine withdrawal headache can be heinous. Chocolate and caffeine can be migraine triggers for some people, but like any debilitating ailment, it depends one's unique chemistry.

I suffered with migraines for years*, not ever quite bad enough to require a visit to the hospital, but frequent enough to warrant almost constant medication. It was miserable. And I started getting them before I ever drank coffee! The only good thing about migraines was that half hour spell of invicibility and euphoria I got after the pain finally passed away. Poor Patsington! It sounds like he has the sort that don't even afford him that small comfort. Poor thing.

Good thing Ju Ju was there to comfort him, eh?

*I'm down to about one or two per year ever since I had my wisdom teeth out 10 years ago. Awesome.
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:00 pm (UTC)
Poor Patsington! I'm sorry - for this time, which sounds like it's been absolutely dreadful for him, and also for what must be a worry in his mind that he could get more like this, like his mother and sister. And you must have been incredibly worried. *hugs* to both of you.

with Ju Ju on his tummy, feebly eating a bar of Dairy Milk

I trust that it was P who was eating the Dairy Milk, though I don't imagine that was for lack of trying on Ju Ju's part....

Hopes and prayers for Mojo, indeed!

Jan. 28th, 2007 01:15 pm (UTC)
Hee, Ju Ju hasn't moved on to chocolate (yet)! And yes, I hope this isn't the beginning of Patsington's horrid Freyne family super-migraines... thanks for your kind wishes.
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:12 pm (UTC)
Oh no! He has my sympathies. How horrible. (Choc is good comfort food, but resist blandishments if he wants more, I think.)

Will he be recovered enough to come and say farewell to glitzfrau, do you think?
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:15 pm (UTC)
I don't think so! And alas, I might have to stay home and look after him.
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:20 pm (UTC)
It's better for him to stay in one temperature and not risk too much travel, probably. Poor Patsington! Lots of comforting TV and JuJu are needed.
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, you poor babies! I am so sorry to hear that - particularly because it means that Patsington's taking so long to recover, I hasten to add - though it would be lovely to see youse too, of course. Boo!
Jan. 28th, 2007 01:22 pm (UTC)
Eeek. Those sorts of Migraines are the worst things ever. I haven't had one in a while and I dread them so many mojo prayers for Patsington from me.
Jan. 28th, 2007 04:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor Patsington! I am sending him fellow-sufferer good thoughts.

It's not an inevitable downhill, though - seven or eight years ago I had several oh-fuck-I'm-going-to-die migraines with actual physical paralysis, but, cross fingers, since then they've been of the merely painful and unpleasant variety. Is he more stressed than usual? That always leads to a cluster of head-exploders for me.
Jan. 28th, 2007 10:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor Patsington and poor you! Fingers crossed that this doesn't continue. I used to get frightful migraines in my early 20s, but they decreased in frequency and severity andI haven't had one since I moved to the UK. Touch wood.

But bah, absolutely ghastly. I'm dead impressed he managed to drive at all, he must be made of Stern Stuff.
Jan. 29th, 2007 11:08 am (UTC)
Oh, poor Patsington! I'm glad he's feeling better, and fingers crossed that he won't get anything so nasty again.
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