Last night – this morning? Well, at 3 am – I woke with a horrible headache. It felt like my brain was peeling away from my skull. I sat up and took some Tylenol, and when I sat up my brain fell with a thunk into my lap, and then it flopped onto the floor. Or at least that’s what it felt like. After about 15 minutes I woke up my husband and asked him to get me an ice pack. In moments like these, I’m so happy I’m married to such a wonderful man, because if I’d had to deal with this myself I’d probably right now be crawling across the floor moaning like a beluga whale.
So anyway, from that point on until 5:30-ish, I held the ice pack to my head and just felt sorry for myself, and drifted in and out of sleep a little bit. Needless to say coffee was very necessary this morning, and I’m feeling more than a little out of it.
At breakfast, hubbie confirmed that headaches are a common side effect of Humira. But alas, this was no headache. This was little green men hosting a rave complete with mosh pit inside my head. This was morning-after-my-21st-birthday hangover pain. This was pray to god allah buddah while at the same time denouncing them pain. Why me pain. It really friggin hurt.
And you know what, I’ve been having headaches – minor ones in comparison – for the past few weeks. I just figured it was because I wasn’t sleeping well from the Prednisone. So this may be a major obstacle if it continues.