I had this migraine/headache for 6 weeks. I was popping pills, stabbing myself in the fat of my leg with pain relief injectables, and lying in a dark room. Then, I bought this thing called a Zeno, Hot Spot Blemish Clearing Device. The metal tip heats up and the idea is to stick it on a blemish. I stuck it on the busted occipital nerve on the back of my head. Repeatedly. Often. Burned the crap outta it. And it kind of worked. Better than the rest of the medically supervised stuff. I also went to see my neurologist who reminded me last year at this time I had a 6 week migraine too. I remember now. I wasn’t as smart then. I was stabbing the malfunctioning occipital nerve with the tip of my desk scissors, and that afforded only temporary relief and made that nerve really angry thereafter. So, on the visit this year with my neurologist, he referred me to a neurosurgeon for some more permanent relief, like permanent head deadening.
In the meantime, the little dog’s butt when astray with this red bulbous thing popping up on it. The indignity of it all. Plus, both Hubby and I kept lifting her tail, staring at her rear end.
Me: What is that?
Hubby: I don’t know. A cyst?
Me: Think it’s a tick?
Hubby: On her butt hole?
Me: Yeah. Ticks are disgusting. I wouldn’t put it past one of ’em.
Hubby: I think it’s a blood blister.
Me: Huh? (and that was a huh? like you have lost your mind)
So, that’s how it got called into the vets because Hubby did the calling. “Our dog has a blood blister on its anus.” They saw us immediately. We didn’t let them put her under for treatment because at 18 the Little Dog might think that light at the end of the tunnel is the kitchen light, where all the chicken is. The vet had to work with her in the exam room, and there really was no working with her. She has an absessed/blocked anal gland, and we were sent home with antibiotics, and some pain killers, which I thought seriously about chugging myself.
And of course, yesterday, my appointment came up for the neurosurgeon. Thankfully, Hubby had taken the day off to cart me to the appointment, but since Her Highness (the little dog) was down with a busted hind end, Hubby stayed with her. Though the treatment plan had been a request for permanent head deadening, the neurosurgeon said there could be some serious repercussions from that surgical procedure, like permanent paralysis of body parts other than my head. So, he did the temp fix like last year with a booster of cortisone. He shot the stuff directly into the nerve on the back of my head, like, “Take that you bastard. Stand down.” And stand down it did, so much so I got high off the shot, if that’s possible. Both the head and the hind end are better this morning. Not cured, but better. And I’ll settle for better.