Tough
The lights send pain through the eyes into the center of my brain like a steel dart that will not stop until it has reached the maximum pain point. Sounds just seem to hurt and rake across every nerve like fingernails across a chalkboard, except it's painful reaching a crescendo that makes me want to scream. Movement is incredibly hard, and the movement of my head makes it feel like it is emulating a ping pong game with my brain bouncing off one side of my skull to the other. This is THE migraine.
I hate the telephone and telemarketers keep calling. I point my 9mm at the phone, but I hold the shot. It might stop the ringing, but the noise in this enclosed room would make me want to point the 9 at myself next. And my Hunni would be mad when she got home because of the mess from all the shooting.
The cats and the dog hover over me and lay tight beside me as if they're trying to will the pain away. It doesn't work, but their comforting efforts make me glad to have them as friends and extended family. Who else would stay so close when I'm not the best to be with?
I despise the drugs and the problems they may cause from their use. But, the pain is overwhelming and I give in to the Imitrex with a Stadol Cocktail coming later. I think of the bills that it causes, so I increase the heat of my heating pad and try to melt the pain from my left temple. The sweat that comes off my head seems to help with easing the pain, but the pain persists.
Though I hate that time has gone by and I've done nothing, I pray for the sweet oblivion where there is no pain. The oblivion where dreams don't always torture me, but sometimes make me feel like I'm alive again, and without pain. Sometimes the dreams torture me with memories of the traumatic car wreck and the life changes it brought. So there may be some peace from pain, but yet there's pain of a different type, and then there's the sudden waking from it. I just want the deep, dark oblivion which is my peace from the pain that can't be escaped otherwise. It seems that only Stadol will bring that oblivion, yet I still hesitate knowing the consequences: the waiting, the prodding, the bills.
I've become lethargic with practicing my biofeedback and body control so that it's very hard to do anything with the pain. The pain comes everyday, but when the big pain comes, I'm not in control. The barometric pressure moves like a rollercoaster and the migraine gains momentum at the top of every hill crashing down on me with every sudden drop and then the rise again. I need to ride to hit at the bottom, the very lowest point, and just move there. It won't obey my wishes. I want off this ride that just doesn't end.
Again I give in, "No mas", I tap out, but my enemy does not relinquish its hold on me but tries to increase the pain with every passing moment. Then there's a small reprise, a small relief that comes for a few moments, and I try to get some things done as quick as possible. And this is one.
My Emotions
I'm afraid to express all my emotions because most will never understand. I've tried to explain to a few, though I've only met a couple that I think have had such demons. Many, not all, are sympathetic, but very few are empathetic. I've been told that expressing myself can help me, but I'm not sure that it's true. Today is one that will not show my emotions and feelings, just the physical pain that I feel. Although, there may be some that see some of the emotions in my words and they may understand some. But in my head, and in this fog, there are few that would be able to "feel" the depth of lostness and pain. People are only wraiths that pass by, never stopping to understanding, only pausing to cause more discomfort. Then they "woosh" off to leave more emptiness. Too deep for now; I'll stop.
The FogWalker goes to seek relief in the dark....praying for more of the sweet oblivion...
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