Another day...another (&^%$#@ migraine. Up until the last month or so, I haven't had many problems. There are times when I can go for 2-3 months without a major migraine...and then there are times like the past week when my head careens from one to the next (I suppose a history of concussions will do that to a person). Today I stayed home from work with a "OK, who sawed off the top of my pointy li'l haid" whopper. So, as I'm sitting here praying for the sweet release of death, and typing every word seems to require an inordinately large output of mental capital, I've got a heating pad around my neck and a day in my recliner in front of me. Nice....
Don't get me wrong; I enjoy a day (or days) off work as much as the next person, but I'd like them to be on my own terms and in pursuit of something fun. Today does not promise to be a fun day. No, today will be spent wishing my head would explode and be done with it. At least I can look forward to a couple of NHL playoff games beginning late this afternoon; it's not like I'm going anywhere for the time being.
Now, if you'll excuse, I'm going to lie back in my recliner and pray for an overdose of morphine....
Oh, and if anyone from my office happens to read this and thinks that I'm playing hooky...would that I could be doing that.... ;-)
April 15, 2008 7:57 AM
