Here’s a hint: not supplements
Last night I woke up shivering and sweating. The tips of my fingers were numb. I began to panic and cry and did not understand what was going on. Is this still PTSD?
I arrived at Boston Logan around 8 in the morning. The flight had been a red eye because it was the earliest I could get at such short notice out of Los Angeles. I couldn’t sleep at all even though I had spent a good 90% of the previous two weeks asleep in bed. I had my two cockatiels, Jazzy and Sunny, with me in a carrier underneath the seat in front of me. I didn’t even bring any snacks. I just had some Smart Water from the airport and some blue corn chips from JetBlue.
This is a long and winding story that will be broken up to parts.
It was summer in Los Angeles and my life had been going pretty well. I had consistent work (and when working freelance that’s really important), I had great friends, and I even had a boyfriend who I started dating a few months before. I moved into a new house that June – one where I would have more private space and access to a garden, a private outdoor area.
Three days after moving, I woke up to a weird sensation in my head. It felt like pins and needles were starting at the back of my head and reaching around, sometimes hitting my whole body in a surge of tingles. I immediately started to panic since I had never had that specific feeling ever and it continued pulsing throughout my body, every ten seconds, for the rest of the day. Towards the end of the day, I figured it would be best to go to an urgent care and see if they knew what it was. The doctor smiled at me and said it sounds exactly like an atypical migraine (which other doctors would later completely disagree with) and she gave me a recommendation to see a neurologist.