Over the last couple of days I’ve had headaches so bad I want nothing more than to bury my forehead in a pile of soft pillows in a comfortingly dark room. Usually they hit after mid-afternoon. Apparently they’re a side affect of my medication, and therefore completely normal.
You’ll have to excuse my bitter sarcasm there. Something about head-splitting pain being described as normal makes me want to throw large stones at the internet, my doctor, the chemist, and the balloons that keep popping in the lounge.
The squeezing tension keeps me awake at night, until I finally relent, swinging myself up out of bed to shower, and down painkillers with warm milk. However, it is completely normal.
This morning, however, I was hit with the worst one yet. I ended up having to close my curtains again, and lie in fetal position until the urge to up-chuck had gone away. The stabbing and the squeezing is getting better – it’s quieted down to a brittle ache, now.
I can read my computer screen again, so long as I reduce the brightness down to a glimmer of a hint of light.
Still. Completely. Normal.
The thing that’s worrying me now, though, is that I have to get to work – I’m already late – and it’s really bright out there. I can tell because there are sharp burning rays of sunlight poking between the gaps in my curtains.
I’m feeling a little like a light-shy vampire this morning. A completely normal vampire.