The headache
I am in mud season and I remember this feeling of being stupid and unable to hold a train of thought.
I remembered the restless sleep entirely consumed by stress dreams.
I forgot the headache that feels like my brain is bruised and swollen and famished. I eat matzoh and jelly beans and the pain subsides. I drink coffee and it helps while I am actually drinking the coffee, but ten minutes later it's back. Sometimes it is just a throb, but sometimes, now, it is a fireball in my skull and I can't make it stop. I feel nauseated and hold my head with my hands to try to counter the pressure and it is what I am going to be now, a person with a massive headache.
Food will help, and my husband is making me some. But, oh my God, I need to remember this part of tax season. I am being tortured and this just isn't OK.
I remembered the restless sleep entirely consumed by stress dreams.
I forgot the headache that feels like my brain is bruised and swollen and famished. I eat matzoh and jelly beans and the pain subsides. I drink coffee and it helps while I am actually drinking the coffee, but ten minutes later it's back. Sometimes it is just a throb, but sometimes, now, it is a fireball in my skull and I can't make it stop. I feel nauseated and hold my head with my hands to try to counter the pressure and it is what I am going to be now, a person with a massive headache.
Food will help, and my husband is making me some. But, oh my God, I need to remember this part of tax season. I am being tortured and this just isn't OK.