Monday, March 27, 2006

My achy breaky brain

Newsflash: today I had a headache! Better than the brain bruiser I had on Friday, worse than the wimpy head pangs I had yesterday and Saturday.

I’m on day 12 of The Endless Headache Streak and I know that you guys are sick of hearing about it, but, mostly it is my life right now. So. Um. Sorry about that.

The entire situation is crap.

I’ve made a follow-up appointment with the doctor that I saw last Thursday. My primary care physician, unfortunately, is booked up until a week from Friday. Damnit. She is smart and awesome and really adorable and I’m totally comfortable with her. So it figures that I can’t get in to see her. Tomorrow, I think I’ll call and make an appointment with her whenever I can get in. Just in case I continue feeling like roadkill. Which I hope isn’t the case.

This is starting to really bother me. Not the headaches, which are painful but not debilitating, but the uncertainty of the situation. I keep asking myself if this is all some ridiculous figment of my imagination. I am constantly questioning what I feel and how I’m reacting to pain.

I don’t like second-guessing myself.

And I really don’t like the thought of this all being mental.

For now, per my lovely mother’s request, I will be a good little patient/daughter and I will log my headaches and the severity on a scale of 1-10 and the medication I’m taking and the amount of stress I had that day the color clothes I’m wearing and the music that I’m listening to and hope that it will make my doctor go “ah ha! I know the problem! It is that you are too lovely, talented and perfect to work a full-time job. You will have to stop right now. I know a charming and attractive young man who you are perfectly compatible with and – just your luck! – he is looking for a wife that he can spoil for the rest of his days.”

Now, before I wrap this babble up, I should admit something here: GFF was right on target. Chocolate helps. A customer brought us a 5-gallon tub of the most delicious chocolate ice cream that has ever been made. Creamy. Not too sweet. The perfect texture so that I don’t sprain my wrist when I scoop it. And I swear that my headaches temporarily subside after I eat it.

Oh, chocolate euphoria.

I love chocolate as much as the next girl, but I’m hoping that there’s a solution out there that doesn’t require a steady diet of chocolate ice cream.

Well, actually, I hope that’s the fix.

It’s the size of my ass that doesn’t.

3 comments:

ropedncr said...

I'm sorry you're still going through this. I'll continue keeping you in my prayers.

Stace said...

You know I thought I had a headache just b/c it'd been awhile, but NOW I know I'm having sympathy pains. AWESOME, just AWESOME!

Plantation said...

Are you sure you didn't get whacked with a hockey puck or stick? Seriously. Am worried about you.

 
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