My skull is shrinking, or is my brain growing?
I feel the swelling, throbbing pain, breaking my train of thought.
Ibuprofen isn’t strong enough. Sleep only brings so much relief when it reaches me.
Afternoon rolls around and the headache, the shrinking skull, the swelling brain begins again.
TV is a white noise, agitating not distracting. Computer time is just another screen. My eyes blur over the pages of my favorite books.
Painting. My only escape. A calming, stress-free feeling over takes me. Finally a source of relief!
At least one thing helps…
Oh gosh, the dog.
Just as the swelling starts to stop, his bark pierces the air.
I give up!
Time to paint
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