Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Headache

Well, my weekend was blown. My nice 3 day weekend, with Monday off and everything, and all my plans to write and edit and post and make use of social networking completely screwed. And I apologize. This is one of the worst posts I've written. But, oh, do read on. If only to see how the universe has mocked me.

I woke up with a little headache on Sunday that soon emerged into a full-blown brain-matter munching migraine, the likes of which I have never experienced before. I am loathe to say I have migraines - I believe they are usually sinus headaches with pain, a little pressure on the face, the slightest aversion to light, and over soon. This one: Migraine with a capital M! It felt like someone had reached inside my cranium and put their hand on my brain and was pushing down on it. For no other reason than to cause me pain. Even moving my head made it throb. My glasses, the ones that fly off my face at the slightest provocation, were too heavy for my face. My dark cave of an apartment was too bright, even with all the lights off and the shades drawn and my eyes closed. The rag I wet and draped over the top of my head was not sufficient: it was WHITE and didn't block the ferocious sunlight that made it past my blinds and the 3 layers of sheet covering my two windows! Why are there two windows in my apartment, and why are they SO BIG!? These are not questions I normally ask.

And what medication did I use, you ask? The bone thrown to the mongrel of my pain?

One Tylenol.

That was all I had. I am so broke, I only had ONE Tylenol left in the farking bottle. The dogs that were my pain were not satisfied with such a small token to their ferociousness and redoubled their efforts.

We're not going to talk about how I opened the medicine cabinet this morning, all vestige of headache finally gone and the bottle of Aleve that fell out. For one moment, everything went over red and my eyeballs started to quiver in my head. Of course, we can talk about how I opened it in disgust and horror.

Only one tablet remained in the bottom of the bottle.

I wonder if the tablets of Tylenol and Aleve paired up and ran off, like the dish that ran off with the spoon. I did pause for a moment to listen to the laughter of the universe before I started screaming. I mean, it's not like there's anything else I could have done. Well, there are things I could have done, but I would have wound up in the looney bin or the pokey, and I would like to get some writing done this week.

Here's to better days ahead. And full bottles of pain medication in the cabinet.


  1. This is a club you hope your friends will never join; sorry to see you've paid your join-up dues! Have a better end to you week...

  2. I dont' know why this won't let me comment on my own fucking blog, but you can tell from the needless profanity that it's me. Thank you, Westie. *hugs*