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Sometimes my new life stinks...

For the last few weeks I have been experiencing some pretty terrible headaches; not the kind that you can relieve by rubbing your temples or taking Tylenol, but headaches that radiate from the back of my head. It seems as though I have tried several things to relieve them: taking naps, lying down on heating pads, taking Tylenol, turning the lights of, etc. but nothing seems to help. Now, I don't have them all the time, only a few days a week and I can tell that they are more from muscle tightness than anything else. I have been instructed to go the ER if they flare up again, because of my past history of headaches before my stroke, but most likely it is due to the muscles that were cut in the back of my head for the Craniotomy. I would say that most days I do not struggle with headaches at all; but, the days I do have headaches they are a doozy. I don't have blurred vision with them or sensitivity to light or sound; it just hurts. As I look back over the past 3+ years I realize that these headaches have become relatively common (not every day or every week but at least several times a month). It is all part of this new existence...and it stinks.

Okay...I am done griping because I do feel pretty good for a dead guy; I just get frustrated every now and then. Sorry. I sometimes have to remind myself of the phrase that I use when I sign copies of my book: Life is a gift. I do appreciate the gift and I apologize for griping a little.


  1. I take a fair bit of advil etc for aches and pains. I had a really sore back --spasms to knock your socks off and I got massage therapy for the first time a couple of weeks ago.

    I left there and thought my head was going to pop off. I iced the sort parts as I was instructed and the next morning I realized I did not have a headache! Probably the first headache free day in 3 years. It was back by the next day.. but I have already booked another appointment. I think I am onto something now.

    I am not trying to say go get a massage (unless you want to) but rather keep hoping for answers.

  2. A had a stroke; I believe it's mercury fillings. I was hypotensive, dehydrated, lethargic and weak. I was on a monitor bed with a catheter, IV's and a shockingly low blood pressure at 63/28. It's 1999. Not good.
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  3. My mother suffered several debilitating strokes. It's a terrible ordeal, but like her, you're an incredibly strong person to survive and get through it.

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  5. I believe I've come across your blog before, but I can't remember whether I've commented. My husband had a stroke in January 2011, at the age of 37. We have 4 kids, ages 8-14. As you can imagine, it's been a challenging time. But I only really understand MY side of the story - I can't even begin to understand what it's like for him. So it's helpful to hear from others who have gone through it. If you have any encouragement for us, visit me at You're a little farther out than my husband is, so it's always good to hear of a little more hope.

    Sorry about your headaches - I will pray for relief from them.

    God bless,
    Jen Yarrington

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