I see dead people....in Pere-Lachaise

Finding our way around the cemetery that houses massive monuments and historic graves.

Some of the world's most celebrated and famous people are buried along with victims of the most horrific and heinous crime known to man. My visit to this ancient and historical cemetery sitting on top of a sloping hill in Paris is an unforgettable and unbelievable sight. History says, that Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise, takes it's name from the confessor to Louis XIV, Pere Francois de la Chaise (1624-1709).
http://www.sacred-destinations.com/france/paris-pere-lachaise

Home is where my heart is...I ♥♥♥ u.

Moving back to the Philippines after living in California was a major move for me.When I migrated to the states in 1982, I have made Los Angeles my home. I went to college, worked, gave birth and raised my son as a single mom. After living in LA for more than 15 years, I moved back to Manila to get married to my longtime "on and off"  boyfriend. It was heartbreaking for me to leave my family, my friends, my independent life and most of all, my son who opted to stay in LA with his father.


So here I am "back home". It was difficult to adapt in this new life I chose to live. But the moment I bonded with my close friends from high school, I felt refreshed and happy to be back. Manila is my home. I grew up with them from kindergarten till high school. They are my family too. Now, I don't feel empty and guilty anymore. I'm happy to be back. My son and I both feel lucky to have two homes from across the seas.

Everyday is not a good day with TN.

Today was a blur. I was again suffering from a headache that made me almost useless but thanks to my computer who keeps me company in my lonesome moments. I found this site that will at least make me feel that someone out there is listening especially when you think that you bore your family and friends with your constant rant about how you are feeling. You also don't want to burden them with your redundant complaints of headaches especially when you make them feel as helpless as you are in sparing you from your agony. I hope tomorrow is a better day and will get me in a better mood since I have to be in a social mode because of a dinner party that my husband and I are attending. It's getting late and I still have my headaches.

Can someone please wake me up from this nightmare!

I thought I was on remission (and perhaps in denial) till I had a seizure the other night, a bout with a heavyweight migraine that knocked me out and left me bedridden, weak and dizzy. I thought I was ready to give up my meds cuz I was feeling okay since last September. I don't want to be popping pills after pills any more. I guess that's not going to happen. I am dependent on my meds.
I got home from golf that day and I was feeling okay. At dinner while my husband and I were having our pizza, I started having a migraine headache ( which I always have after being out all day). I took a triptan and it usually works instantly but the pain became worse. I panicked which I usually do when I feel facial pain. I started hyper ventilating and was having a hard time breathing. I was sweating bullets and feeling hot and cold at the same time. I was afraid I might be having pneumonia and meningitis. I wanted to be rushed to ER but my body says NO. I was feeling cold and too weak to get up. I preferred to just die in bed. My poor husband was at my beck and call. I asked him to turn the air con off cuz I was feeling cold and to quickly turn it back on cuz I was hot. I asked him to turn the TV off cuz the sound was giving me a headache. This is Neuralgia. I felt the facial nerve pains once again shooting from the gum of my teeth to the bones of my cheeks, burning. I hung on to my pain not wanting to move. Movement makes my pain even worse. My husband then laid down next to me and started caressing my forehead and I felt relaxed. But when he had fallen asleep, I persevered through my pain alone. The whole night was a nightmare and I endured it. The following morning, I felt weak, dizzy and wasted. I stayed in bed and forced myself to eat to have strength. I took my lyrica as always hoping to feel better. On the third day, I could walk around the house but my legs felt wobbly and lame. Now and ever, it's the anticipation of the pain that leaves me helpless and scared. There is nothing you can do when the pain attacks you. You just have to endure it and hope to live through it. I did it this time and knowing that it will come again, the thought of it is already killing me.