If I put on rubber gloves and shampooed my head with lidocaine would I find relief? Yesteday I had a migraine. Another mind numbing migraine. This morning I woke up iffy. Iffy as to whether my migraine would stay away. I am afraid to say, it's creeping back.
With my morning joe I gently rubbed my forehead, concentric circles between my eyebrow and my hair line - nearer my hair line - speaking my wish for the day, that it doesn't return today. I already had to cancel meeting new friends yesterday, last night. And just now cancelled today's hair appointment. Color, fumes, hot air - on my head - uh UH. Not today. I fired a hairdresser for handling my head like a football. And hired the one today for the exact opposite - when she dries your hair with the round brush it is like a folicle massage - but not today. Today my head desires 100% Egyptain cotton sheets. White. Washed and dried without scent.
But then there is what I cannot cancel - tonight - my midterm exam. My nauseous stomach is telling me to eat. My head, to take that little triptan. My neck and jaw, to get in bed. But still - here I sit. At my computer. My will to write deferring the necessary. Unwilling to admit defeat, yet again. But I suppose, here I must go... to the pill. To the defeat. To the bed.
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