what if my savior's name was topamax?

THAT'S not a very nice title for a blog post on a Lenten Sunday, now, is it?

I've been taking Topamax for two and a half months now, as a total shot-in-dark Hail Mary additive to my migraine regime. I didn't really think it would work. Nothing ever really does. Dr. McDonald didn't really think it would work, either. Still, I faithfully took it for the first week. And nothing. One week, no headaches. Maybe low-grade ones, but nothing real. Do you know what an amazing feat that was for me? One week. You better believe I never missed my Topamax after that.

My previous record for not needing elitriptan was 3 weeks. I blew by that. I almost doubled it. In 2.5 months I think I've had maybe two or three real migraines. It's a miracle. (Or a fluke. But I hope not).

It's not even that I feel so much better, which I do, but that I suddenly have so much more time. Being sick takes up so much time. And I can make plans. And keep them. It's really a rather amazing life. I can't even remember a time when I ever had a life like this, although surely at one time I must have.

As we all know, all of my silver linings have a cloud, so let's outline the clouds. 1) This could just be a coincidence. Winter and spring are normally my healthier times of the year, anyway. Maybe it's just luck.
2) I think Topamax might be making me sick to my stomach. In the time I've been taking it, food and I no longer really get along. In a way it's nice, because I have dropped a fair amount of weight without doing anything at all. In another way, it's not that fun to be sick to my stomach all the time (but that kind of sick doesn't really count as REALLY sick).

I don't want to have my Topamax taken away. I will gladly take the stomach rot forever just to have this life that I've gotten to taste lately. I have to go in soon for my 3-month med check, so I guess we'll see what happens.