Well, it was on fire…
Last night, when I came home from work, the pain that entered my brain and gripped it with the talons of Satan himself nearly made me black out. The phrase “consigned to flames of woe” never rang with more truth than it did yesterday at 4pm.
I spent the rest of the evening at the mercy of Advil and Tylenol, hiding in the dark until I could open my eyes and look at the colour beige without my gag reflex going into overdrive — my poor retinas rebelling against any & all visual stimulation. After that, it was a night of half-dazed staggering, A535 rubbing, couch-lolling, and volume-on-low TV watching…killing time before falling into an exhausted coma of nothingness (you’d call it sleep)…
…and waking up feeling 100% shredded.
So much for plans…write a blog entry on the latest Sarah Jane Adventure…go to the gym…take out the garbage…all of that was sacrified to the warped, insane gods of the underworld and the jack-hammers they were using to excavate the inner recesses of my skull! Time to reassemble my wits after this unexpected, Hiroshima-like stress bomb and see if I can actually pick up where I unexpectedly left off…
…and to invest in the magic of Head-On! :-/
