It has been eight long weeks of headaches for me, thanks to someone doing their best Metta World Peace impression to my noggin in a hockey game. Later this morning, I will finally go to the neurologist who (I hope) can shed some light on 'why'. I don't hold any expectations regarding 'how long' or finding 'this magic pill', as I am fully aware that the only consistent thing with concussions is their inconsistency in how long it takes to recover.
What I do hope happens is that I get sent for tests to rule out anything ugly, like a cracked bone in my neck, or, heaven forbid, a tumor. I honestly don't think those are issues, but until I get some scans/tests to confirm that, I can't squash those mental bugs that occasionally pop up when I am hurting the worst.
UPDATE: Crap. I am out of work for another month until I get an MRI and switch over my meds. The meds I have been on are apparently great in the short term, but terrible in the long term because they cause rebound headaches after a while. Loving Wife and I just looked at each other on the way home and shook our heads. We're pharmacists. We should have known that. Just goes to show it is very difficult to "treat yourself" when you are a medical professional.
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