Ive been here for a few years, i think my last username was elpo. Anyway, like all of you i've been down a long hard road. I'm female so that means that everything including ingrown toenails have been blamed on my menstrual cycle. I've had cluster headaches for 16 years but just diagnosed 9 years ago after the ER doc witnessed the lacrimation and dilated pupil during an attack that i went to the ER for. I only go when i can't stand it anymore, like the rest of you - near the end after i'm limp from pain and brainless and can't take care of myself anymore. They give me nerve blocks and opiods and oxygen, but nothing stops it, the pain continues, it bears down. Before that, i was sent for a number of mri(s) but just didn't hear back. I guess my brain looked normal, no guinea pig here, no case to study to publish.
After 11 years, I was on a govt pension and completely a mess. I should note that i have wonderful parents, they saw my pain but felt helpless. My neuro put me on a host of meds, they either re-started my cycle or brought on a new one. Eventually, i decided that no meds worked, and in fact, they made it worse. This was after 12 years of agony, by myself. I've had boyfriends, etc., but lets face it, the majority of us do this all by ourselves.
Now that i've been busting, i've gotten off the pension, i've got a great job - one i've re-trained for during my illness - and one that i've maintained for almost 2 years now. they are accommodating, they are wonderful . it is my dream job, i'm doing everything i can to show them that i am a hard worker. I bust every week, more or less depending on what i feel i can handle. But i knew the day would come that it wouldn't matter. It would get me.
And now it's here. i'm sitting in front of the air conditioner at 1255pm and the next night at 955pm. the pain has returned, after many months i knew it would find me. i sit alone. my eye cries, i am in unbearable pain. I am 35 with no children, no little ones to love me. I am trying to be strong. but still I sit here, i sit here, i sit, rocking in agony, thinking of the life that i deserve. Trying my hardest not to think of those children, that life i should have. Trying to think of nothing, because thinking of something makes the pain so much worse.
I won't give up because i have people who love me. but still, I'm alone, i'm so lonely with this disease. I'm 35 but i feel like i'm 100 year old. And i may as well be.