Blogging about ailments can be very boring and annoying. I really don't care right now, because it's all I can do without blowing a tire somewhere in my cranial fossa or something.
No, not the brain muffin. Just one of my blowtorch headaches.
I used to think they were hormonal and I was probably right. They'd come at specific times, for specific time periods and then disappear.
But, like, I don't have all those hormones thrashing around anymore-just some remnants trying to rev up a party in the streets that have been deserted for a bit now.
"Come on! Move your ass! Shake it! WoOT! WoOT! Shimmy shimmy!"
So, today and a couple of times last week I developed the fabulous blowtorch headache. Full moon, hormone remnants, blistering heat and humidity. I mean, Merv and Dot are asleep inside at 3 in the afternoon.
It starts like a sinus headache in your left eye, so you poke your left lymphnode under your chin and that part under your eyebrow and it feels like some asshole has inserted thumbtacks in there. So you take several Excedrin, the only, ONLY, thing that works.
And you sit or lie down for a bit and enjoy your head separate from your body. At least I don't get auras or nausea, so it's not migraine. And, it eventually leaves.In fact, you can tell it's leaving when the pain changes from one large icefloe of agony to separated bullets or bergs beginning to disperse around your head.
Then you only feel like someone punched you in the face.
And then you can blog some more.
With indepth and provoking content like this.
Shhhhh. It's not quite gone yet.