Lesson Learned the Hard Way.

I have a real habit of self- and google-diagnosing my suspected afflictions, and even determining what medication the doctor should prescribe before I darken the door to the office.

But today I learned that that’s not exactly the best course of action.

I read somewhere online about the effects of St. John’s Wort on minor depression, something that I’ve struggled with for years. I did some digging (aka google searching) and found that St. John’s Wort is often used in place of anti-depressants and that it has similar benefits but less side effects.

Because here’s the thing. Regardless of what is or isn’t going on in my life, I’m a better person when I’m on a low dose of an anti-depressant. I’m a better wife, mother, employee, friend, (blogger? Probably, but it’s yet to be tested) person in general when I have a little prescribed boost in my serotonin level.

Better living through chemistry, that’s what I always say.

But the problem is that I don’t like the side effects this medication has on me. Each time I’ve given it a go, I’ve almost immediately gained a good amount of weight. Which is another thing I’ve struggled with for years and I just can’t stand it.

SO… when I read about the possibility of getting similar results with St. John’s Wort, and after checking it out on mayoclinic.com and various other sites, I bought some and took the first dose last night.

I have no scientific evidence that what happened this morning was in any way related to my self-prescribed medication – it’s circumstantial at best – but it seems like quite a coincidence that this morning I had what I’m pretty sure was the first migraine of my life.

When I woke up, I had a bit of a headache, but I thought it might be allergies because we had slept with the windows open. By the time I was getting close to my office, I was realllly starting to feel bad, and about an hour and a half into the work day I absolutely had to leave. I practically ran out the door.

My headache had gotten tremendously worse, I was nauseated and I just felt horrible. I was so out of it that I was sort of afraid to drive – I even contemplated having my dad come and pick me up, but that would have just delayed getting home, which is all I wanted to do. I called Jenny and talked to her most of the way because I thought it would keep me more alert. I am pretty sure I didn’t say a coherent thing the entire time!

When I got home, I barely had the energy to change my clothes, but I managed to get into some pajamas and I immediately hit the bed. I slept soundly until the middle of the afternoon (which would have been glorious had I not been feeling so awful). When I finally woke up for real, my head was still hurting but all the other stuff had pretty much gone away. I was able to eat some cheese and crackers and watched a rerun of Scrubs. Fortunately, I got to feeling better quickly after that and when it was time to pick up the kids, I was feeling pretty much back to normal.

In any case, the most likely culprit of today’s disaster is the St. John’s Wort. I did some more googling and only found vague references to the possibility of headaches as a side effect (and actually some stuff said it can be used to treat migraines), so apparently if that’s what caused my problem, it’s not common. But regardless, the more I read about it the more I realized that herbal remedies are serious business and can have serious consequences. And should be prescribed by a doctor, not by a dork with a computer and internet connection.

So, I don’t know if there’s a direct correlation between the St. John’s Wort and my crippling headache, but I’m not going to take any more of it just to be on the safe side. In addition, I’m going to talk to my doctor before I create anymore supplement cocktails, no matter how many people on the internetz say it worked for them.

But I could still be talked into the ShamWow.

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Pre-Birthday Freak Out

Tomorrow is Kate’s birthday, and as is tradition here at Mommin’ It Up, I am having a slight panic attack.

We’re redecorating her room for her birthday, and this process has reminded me why all the rooms in our house remain white.

Painting sucks.

Not the actual painting, really, but more the getting ready for it… moving the furniture, cleaning, taking fixtures off the walls, taping.

The painting part can be kind of fun, especially if you have the right help.

So anyway, back to my freak out.

We finished painting the room Sunday night, and tonight when I got home from work, I took off the tape… only to find a thin ring of pink paint around the ceiling. Apparently I did a crackerjack job of taping when I painted the room pink. Oops! So then we had to tape again and I’m going to have to touch up the white on the ceiling tomorrow.

And then there’s the matter of getting the rest of the room ready… we’ve got to put the furniture back where it belongs, for starters, and then we have a whole host of awesome new stuff to decorate with, but it’s going to take some time.

Did I mention her birthday is tomorrow?

And I’ve got to make cupcakes tonight for her preschool party tomorrow (any bright ideas for decorating cupcakes for “Zoo Day” out there? Why can’t her birthday be on a regular Wednesday! And why is it Zoo Day at her preschool when it’s Earth Day for the rest of the world?), and I haven’t ordered (yes, Jenny, ordered) her birthday cake yet for her party on Sunday.

Her party on Sunday is yet another thing that stressing me out. Thank God we’re having it at Chuck E Cheese because I don’t think I could handle the thought of getting our house ready! The thing about the party is that I’ve failed to invite people. Awesome, huh? I don’t know what my deal is – I generally obsess about invitations the way Jenny does about cakes – and this year I’m counting on word-of-mouth to alert our family of the party (I’m sure that’s going to work out beautifully and will result in no hurt feelings) and I sent Facebook messages to Kate’s friends’ moms to tell them about the party. And for those I couldn’t find on Facebook, I drove crappy fill-in-the-blank Camp Rock invitations to their houses last night. In my pajamas.

Oh yes, I am THE awesome.

Soooooo, I am a little stressed. And while blogging about things generally calms me down, it’s having the exact opposite effect tonight.

So yeah. Wish me luck. Sweet dreams.

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Grandma Said WHAT?

On Thursday, my paternal Grandma, who will be 90 on the 28th of this month (and is EXTREMELY excited about her birthday party, for real. Not kidding.) fell in her driveway and broke her arm. My Grandma is very spunky and feisty, and always has been. One of my favorite quotes of hers is, (in response to a whiny child I am sure), “You can want in one hand and poop in the other, and see which ones gets full first.” Ahh, I love that one! But anyways, back to her arm. Like all good stubborn old ladies do, she waited until the next day “to see if it would get better” before going to the emergency room. So Friday, she was at the hospital getting poked, prodded, and x-rayed, as well as having the broken arm set. They kept her for one night and on Saturday she got to go home.

I went to visit her and my Grandpa that afternoon at their home. Grandpa had gone across the street to check on a neighbor (whose wife had fallen earlier in the week and was still in the hospital – rough week for octogenarians on their street!) so just Grandma and I sat and chatted. I asked her how her pain was and she said her arm didn’t hurt any more but that she was very sore in her lower half from her fall.

“And they hurt me when they did the x-ray,” she complained. “They pulled my knees up in the air and the took a picture of everything. I hope they don’t put it on the computer for a p*rno.

My mouth dropped open. WHAT? Did she really say that? My 90-year-old pastor’s-wife grandmother? And did she really think some pervy x-ray tech was going to put pictures of her old lady parts on the interwebz?

She looked me straight in the eye. She wasn’t kidding.

“Uh, well, um, I’m sure they won’t.” I sputtered reassuringly.

Needless to say, I don’t remember the rest of our conversation. But that bit is seared into my memory.

Oh, and if you’re reading this, Pervy X-ray Tech, do the world a favor and please keep those photos under wraps, mmkay?

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