Sick

"Mal de tete" should be the title for today, but I cannot allow that as I have set myself this course. So "sick" it is. (Plus also, I can't use the title "vomit" since that would be inappropriate even if all my titles started with the letter "v". Because vomit is, in and of itself, inappropriate.)

Nonetheless, it is what I've done this afternoon - most painfully. And it did not decrease the migraine as it is supposed to do. It caused me only to strip down in the bathroom and lean my monstrously pounding head against the wall. And jolt awake at intervals to discover I was still, sadly, alive. Which is what headaches lead one to; worried you might die, but worrieder you might live.

They do not even retreat quietly. Why should they since they warned you all morning they were nearing? They must depart in the same manner they arrived - like a two-edged sword or an arrow with a barb that tears on the in-stroke and the out.

But perhaps a two-edged sword would not be as painful.