It would seem that I have somehow managed to anger the Migraine Fairy, for she has visited her wrath upon me as only that callow bitch can. For the past five or six days, I have been dealing with a migraine unlike anything I've been afflicted with for some time. Thankfully, there may be something resembling hope on the horizon. I saw a neurologist yesterday, and I begin a series of shots next week that we hope will hope. Acupuncture may also be in my future. After that, I begin sacrificing virgins....
I will freely admit to being just about at my wit's end. If someone told me that eating cold toad entrails and then standing on my head for 45 minutes would help, I'd be looking for frogs to massacree and a pillow for my head. I've discovered that I can work through my headaches, if only because I have no other option. There is the very real possibility out there that I could lose my job if I miss much more work, unless I take a medical leave of absence. So, I work, because what other option is out there? I have a family to help support, and I take that responsibility seriously. My concentration and my ability to reason are unfortunately at all-time lows.
I'm not asking for much. All I want is my head back. I want to be able to come home from work and not have to collapse on the couch because it hurts too much to do anything else. I want to be able to get through a day at work without having to worry about whether or not I'm going to throw up. I want to be able to play a round of golf without my head throbbing. More than anything, though, I'd like to be able to enjoy the company of my wife without feeling as if someone split my skull open with an axe. I don't imagine that I'm a whole lot of fun to be married to.
I really am trying to keep my spirits up and not complain about my situation. After all, I could have been buried under a mud hut in Iran. Yes, things could be worse. Still, when you're wide awake at 3.45am and have nothing else to do but watch SportsCenter and think, well, this is what you come up with.
Something tells me I'm not going to make it to midnight. Considering the amount of medication I've been taking, alcohol probably isn't a good idea, anyway. So, wherever you may be, have one for me. I'll probably be asleep long before it's time to even think about celebrating.
Cheers and Happy New Year, y'all!! Be safe, and be happy! Y'all deserve nothing less....
