So I woke up feeling like a dizzy, weak, headachey mess. I lost 4lbs in 12 hours (and they want me to GAIN weight!). The only thing keeping me going was that after around 3:00 I would be able to take some of my Treximet and get on with life. Not so much, it turns out. First off, I woke up feeling incredibly nauseous and didn't want to eat anything (despite not having eaten for over 30hrs at that point), so taking anything with an NSAID wouldn't be great idea. Then they told me they took biopsies even though everything appeared normal. Said biopsies then began to bleed a little, so NSAIDs were really not a good idea. FML.
Luckily, as it did the last time I had a procedure, the anaesthia did something for my headache. When I woke up it was gone. I felt pretty good for a good hour or two. But then in the middle dinner with the family, BAM! Back again! It was like every sound echoed, lights hurt, I couldn't even watch TV with my grandfather. Ridiculous. AND I still couldn't really eat. So I went home and went to bed.
In the morning (Friday) I woke up to get ready for work and felt absolutely awful. My head was still pounding, my eyes felt like they were popping out of my head and pulsing, and I was incredibly nauseous. I called off work. There was no way I was dealing with our new screamer all day with a 3-days-in migraine. So I tried to tough it out for a while longer after I called off, but I eventually gave in and took my Treximet. Who knows if it actually did any good, because it didn't go away right away. It was a gradual process. By 1:00, though, I was pretty much feeling better... at least my head was. The rest of the recovery turned out to be quiet an ordeal. *sigh* Why is nothing ever simple?