My head hurts like nobody’s business, right at the base of my skull in the back. I slept wrong. I wear this eye pillow. It was cockeyed, plus my regular down pillow had slipped under my shoulders, so I awoke basically balanced on this little lump of eye pillow and my skull screaming in pain. Every time I turn my head, I see white light and feel like vomiting. The only thing that alleviates the pain is to stab my thumb or a finger deep into the tight muscle. Unfortunately because of the angle, my arm cannot twist that direction very well. I’ve tried stretching my neck to the front and back, left and right, to no avail. This is so much fun. I think I’m going to have to try an NSAID, and I generally avoid taking medications for such things. Only for this, I don’t care. It hurts that much.
I don’t know why I”m blogging about this. It’s kind of a ridiculous subject. But I told myself I would write some blurb every morning and all I can think about right now is this headache and Vantucky. I know. It’s silly. There is a town next to Portland called Vancouver. Portlanders call it Vantucky. The reasons for this are self-evident. Boyfriend is going to Vantucky this morning and he called me on the way. For some reason, the word Vantucky is stuck in my head, along with the headache, and the lyrics to Judy Garland singing I’m Always Chasing Rainbows. It’s quite a combination, I can assure you. The song is getting annoying. It’s been crawling around in my head, worming its way through the neurons for days now. I’m ready to be rid of it. I will have to listen to something else over and over and over in an effort to make it go away. Then that song might get stuck, but at least it will be a different song. Last week it was Cape Verdean Blues. I did not mind that song being in my head. It flittered around, showing up periodically. I would hum bars of it here and there. It did not sit insiduously on one line for hours like the chasing rainbows number. No. It was a pleasant visitor. Chasing rainbows is like a houseguest who has overstayed her welcome, leaving empty dishes around the house with food stuck in them and her underwear in the bathroom with the crotch up. I want her to leave me.
I’m off to take drugs to try to obliterate this headache, then I need to take my baby to school. Hopefully by the time I return home the drugs will have kicked in and this pain will have been alleviated. If not, I’ll poke a nail in my hand. It would probably feel better than this wretched headache.