Here it is, the 20-month anniversary. Not a fun day, not at all. Ugh! Now, these days are bad enough on their own. I really don’t need other things making it harder.
But, it’s just not my day. I have a headache that is throbbing. THROBBING, I tell you. It started coming on last night around 3AM and continues to grow despite pumping ibuprofen in my mouth like Smarties. I only remember one time where I had a headache that was this bad. It was back in the spring of 1981. Thirty years ago.
Being married, Sue and I have taken on a language all our own. I’ll leave this mostly to your imagination, but this headache is what we refer to as a “Harvy Wallbanger”. The type where you just want to stick your head in a vice squeeze the living wits out of it.
There was a time, just twenty months and one day ago, where I could tell the world to just go away until the pain fell silent. The freedom to just lay down and close my eyes. Take a long shower and let the warm water wash over my head and neck. Nap, even. I could be selfish.