Migraines are hideous creatures. Sometimes, you feel like you’re finally getting better, but usually you’ve just gotten used to the drone of constant pain, enough to muddle through the day.
Light hurts more than sound. And it also grates right on the mental plate of frustration when a beautiful day that one could be enjoying, instead is spent cursing the gorgeous sunshine. I think the frustration is even worse than the pain for me. It hurts to think, it hurts to cry, but in the middle of a migraine, both of those things are hard to turn off. Sleep helps, but waking up once again to a pain that was only kidding when it started to subside is another poke at frustration on the frontal lobes. And ouch, indeed, adding insult to injury. Pour a little more salt on the surface of my mind, will ya?
And then I discovered Excedrin Migraine, which I am now in love with. I will stop short of turning this into an advertisement, but wow, that stuff certainly is a life-jacket for someone drowning in of sea of headache pain.
I needed to get out of the house for a bit last night, so I went to the patio at Northside Tavern, since the weather was so amazing. Plus, that is one of the oddly magical places for me where I love the ambiance so much, the words just sort of spill out of my fingertips. I stayed there til 10pm, and wrote 1500 words while there. (And bonus, got some dinner from Melt, which is always a delicious treat.) I really wanted to ditch my lappy in the car and check out the bands that started at 10pm, but there was no way my head could have taken that amount of din. Driving home was a hell of a chore, with every bright light in the darkness, causing me to wince in pain, except for one: the low red moon hanging gently in the sky.
So this morning, I managed to drive myself to the drug store and get the pills that brought me back into feeling human again. I have a few paragraphs left to churn out for this week’s episode, and then some editing, and then I shall work on my school stuff. This week’s episode is a flashback episode, because I didn’t really have the mental capacity to progress the story, but had it in me to write some back story just for fun. Selfishly, I am writing this more for myself and the weekly writing exercise than for my audience, but I still hope it’s fun for my handful of readers.
There will definitely be a lot more skip weeks in the coming months, given the load of my coursework. Grad school is a lot deeper than undergrad work, that is for certain. Of course, I expected that, but still was not prepared for it, having been out of school for so long.
And now, back to it.