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the pain of today
May. 14th, 2009 01:23 amI woke up a little bit ago, now the drugs are making me restless. The light from the laptop screen hurts my eyes, and this is the only light in the room.
It started at work, with the same old onset...my hair felt like it was too tight for my scalp.
No. Not now.
The icepicks started at my temples, and walked along until they were running along my eyesockets. I had to focus for the last hour of work, but I knew what was next. The lightshow and nausea waited thankfully until I was driving home. I only had to pull over once, which was a new record.
The lights in the house burned, and the sounds of normal activity rang like hammerfalls. I managed to get the pills down and crawled into bed.
The towel, one of my old brown Army ones cradled my eyes as the drugs slowed took off the edge of the pressure.
In and out of sleep, and I stop to write this.
It started at work, with the same old onset...my hair felt like it was too tight for my scalp.
No. Not now.
The icepicks started at my temples, and walked along until they were running along my eyesockets. I had to focus for the last hour of work, but I knew what was next. The lightshow and nausea waited thankfully until I was driving home. I only had to pull over once, which was a new record.
The lights in the house burned, and the sounds of normal activity rang like hammerfalls. I managed to get the pills down and crawled into bed.
The towel, one of my old brown Army ones cradled my eyes as the drugs slowed took off the edge of the pressure.
In and out of sleep, and I stop to write this.
