I wasn't really in the mood for a visitor, but he decided to come anyway. And I'm not happy to see him.
The Monster in my head.
I've been battling the Monster since Monday. The first day and a half, he was tolerable. I'd pop some Tylenol and he's kind of go away. Still there, but I could function. Yesterday? He became an unwanted head-guest. The kind that doesn't listen to directions. No amount of Tylenol could get him to leave. Always there. Right. Above. My. Eye. Painful. Annoying.
I drugged myself up with Vicodin when I went to sleep last night. It still hurt, but I was able to fall asleep. And I stayed asleep until my alarm started buzzing this morning. When I opened my eyes? I wasn't happy.
The Monster was still there. And he was worse.
Luckily, I could stay in a bed a bit longer than usual this morning since I didn't have to be in court until 9 a.m. I pushed it until the last possible minute, thinking maybe the Monster would go away.
So I got ready and went to work. And I struggled. I felt funny. Dizzy. Nauseous. Throbbing. Disconnected.
I haven't had a headache like this since last year when the Monster really overstayed his welcome. The month I was so sick I barely remember the month of December. All I vaguely remember is that it was a month full of headaches, tests, needles and hospitals.
I don't think the Monster's visit is anything like last year. In fact, I just had an MRI on my brain and the neurologist told my my head looks very good and my brain is stable. I'm crossing my fingers the Monster's nasty visit this time is just due to the weather changing, or the stress I've had at work this week. Or maybe it's due to weening myself off the steroids I've been on for 10 months to cure myself from last year's visit by the Monster.
Whatever it is, the Monster's still here a bit tonight. So now I'm off to go drug myself up again and fall asleep.
And hopefully when I wake up tomorrow the Monster will be gone. Because at this point? He's definitely overstayed his welcome.