Last night I had a headache. I don't get them often but this one was a doozy - not so much in the realm of migraine or traumatic pain, just in that as headaches go it was incredibly persistent.
And surprisingly, given my reputation for figuratively swimming in the shiraz cask, not actually induced by excessive alcohol but rather a long day of family eggshells and anxiety, topped off by four heady hours of loud and frantic music.
1am, after a long and loud but lovely celebration of a family 21st, I was hoping 2 Neurofen and a valium 5 would absorb there way into my system and beckon a deep and healing sleep and yet this was not to be.... snoozing was not to be had except in intermittent bursts of frustration peppered with a dream regards the inability to dial a telephone number, to call a paramedic, to fix a headache in my friend who's name I couldn't remember and oddly neither could she ... as it turns out on waking I remembered we had the same name, same spelling, and almost the same birth date, except she lives half a world away in a country lane in england where it is daytime and summer and I am in winter tossing and turning in a long and dark night.
The reason for this blog, egocentric and self obsessed as it may seem, is, I hope, to keep track of my nocturnal musings in the hope of translating the cryptic that is currently my waking life.
The headache in its glory, lasted till after 1pm, abating only after 2 more neurofen and a large soy latte.
I have another dinner to go to at 6:30 pm tonight, more sedate I hope, closer to home and with a far smaller crowd of maybe 8....
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