Genetics is a quirky sort of thing. We love it…and we hate it. We cannot avoid it. We can’t be inoculated against the things that are passed down through them, we are often pretty miserable living with them, and yet they do have some redeeming features. All in all, I’m pretty satisfied with my genetic makeup. Even to the point that I live with my allergies and was ecstatic to read how much Irish I had in my DNA. No trying to desensitize or hide away that report from 23andMe. I love my heritage.
Well. let me amend that statement that “I’m pretty satisfied” statement. I’m pretty satisfied – for the most part – with what I’ve inherited from my ancestors with one exception. The migraines I progressed into from neuralgia in childhood. The pediatrician warned my mother, based on her own experiences with the problem, that those blinding pains I’d feel in one area of my head which could occur at any given time and be in any place around my head would eventually lead to migraines. That prediction bore out over the years. The one thing she didn’t warn us about was that the neuralgia could recur along with the migraines. That’s really a bit too much sometimes to have them both at the same time.
Sinus problems from allergies or weather related (high barometric pressure) have been increasingly bad this year though not entirely sure why this year more so than others. The one thing that works sometimes is Advil Sinus Congestion and Pain with an Excedrin Migraine. Those two will work about 75% of the time. For those other times, it’s a matter of sleeping it off or just being very still in a dimly lit room with no noise. It’s miserable for at least one full day though there have been some really doozies that ran for 3 days straight. Others fade at night then return like a bad relative the next day. Yet again, it can be the reverse of this. I’ve wondered if it might be worth it to be scanned but not sure I could handle the results. There are so many health issues cropping up now I don’t like to ponder too deeply what the next year will bring. There are many health issues that several of the five sisters in my generation have inherited that are medication controlled now, which really scares me. The one sister most like me in health issues has not found anything in any scans to indicate there’s anything other than just migraines that will occur at times and it’s a ‘deal with it’ type of thing most of the time with behavioral changes and as a last resort, medication.
I have Imitrex in generic form (insert long multi-syllabic name here) but frankly the side effects are terrifying so I’ve never felt any headache was bad enough to resort to it. But I know it’s there. If ever a day comes that I cannot stand to move, talk, breathe, I know it’s there.
Ah, genetics. You just can’t fight them, can you. Still I love my DNA. It makes me me and sets me apart from everyone else in so many ways. I’m similar but not exactly like my siblings because we’re only one fourth similar in our genetic makeup. I’m only half of my mother, half of my father. But I’m all me. 100%. That 100% is content with my creative life, the kids I’ve raised, the Little’s they’ve gifted me with to be their grandmother and call me Neecy. Life is good because genetics made it so.