Of Movement and Migraines

13,495 Days Alive

5 Weeks Till my Move

3rd Day of Migraine Hell

I’m so tired of being in pain. I need to refill my damned Imatrex when I go to the doctor. It’s not working.

I took exceedingly. And water. And ice packs against my face. And a car who has been parked in my lap since I got home. It’s all I can do not to bash my head against something to gain unconsciousness.

Spock, the sweet boy, knows something is wrong. I wonder if my scent changes when I’m in more pain? Or if I sub-vocalize Moore when in this much pain?

I wonder what it is like to be at a zero on the pain scale. I really do.

I’m worried about my move. About my landing and how well everything will go.

I got another rejection from a job I really wanted. I can’t say I’m surprised but I can be disappointed.

I’m trying to find virtual work, but everyone wants a wired Ethernet connection and I don’t have that right now.

Anyway, these are problems for tomorrow me. Right now me is going to bed in self defense after another glass of water.

Take your meds, folks.

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