But then, we already knew that...
Well, I had my second two-day knock-down drag-out headache in two weeks. I took my last sick day last time, so this time I guess I'm out on a "personal day" (this year they took away one sick day and gave us an extra personal day, whatever that is)
This headache was fairly run of the mill, except of course that it's dragged on FOREVER and that gets very old.
But as usual, the worst of it is the fear. Where is this going? Is it going to get worse? Am I going to lose more and more days to this monster?
This time, laying there in pain with nothing much to occupy my mind, I considered writing a sonnet about the monster/devil that is migraine.
I came up with a partial first line, but now I've already forgotten it. Something about a monster that eats days...
Anyway, this one was my fault for experimenting, I suppose.
On Saturday I was getting a headache and I tried hitting it with BC powder, which sometimes works. It seemed to dull it for an hour or so, but then it started coming back. The Maxalt has been hitting me pretty hard, so I thought I'd try half of one to see what happened -- and it worked pretty well. Okay, it was slightly more than a half because I broke it in two when I was standing in a long line at Ross trying not to lose my mind while one lady's transaction seemed to take about 20 minutes or so... but I digress. Anyway, I took the bigger "half" of the broken tablet, and, as I said, it worked pretty well. Headache went away and I was only slightly tired -- not overpoweringly sleepy.
So, on Sunday when my head began to hurt again, I took the other, smaller half. Didn't seem to have any effect at all, so in another couple hours I tried a BC. Which, again, had no impact whatsoever.
So by dark, I was in bed, and the fire had started.
Missing work was more of a problem than usual because this is Thanksgiving week and they always need extra stories to get through the days when people are out. Holidays in the newspaper business are really hardly worth the trouble. All the days off mean is you get to do the same amount of work in less time. I know, poor me. Poooooor, poooooor meeeee.
Anyway -- in denial, I got up and my head seemed slightly better, so I decided the migraine was on its way out. But it was getting late so I called in and said I'd be late -- about an hour. About an hour and a half later, with the head throbbing again, I called back and said, uh, sorry -- I was lying. Head's worse again and I don't know when I'll be in.
Oh -- here's one new thing about this one. When it started being a migraine it was on the left side of my head, but by last night, it had moved over to the right side. I don't recall it ever doing that before. Again with the fear... how much worse is it going to get? What if I can't work? What's going to happen to me?
