Today is day three of living with a low-grade headache. I’m not sure if it is due to a sinus flare-up, bad weather, or (possibly) COVID19. Who knows, these days? All I can say for sure is that copious water, tea, aspirin, ibuprofen, and even excedrin migraine have done little to touch it.
It has reminded me that living with pain is exhausting. I was literally stumbling around the block walking Keely last night, and even with a full night’s sleep aided by melatonin (which I rarely take, as I usually fall asleep easily…but again: pain) I felt unmoored while walking around Lake Ella with Keely this morning. It was if my brain was fighting its way out of a bowl of pudding. :/
The weather reflects my mental state. This photo is from the bus stop this morning, and I have done very little color correction to it.
If anything, the sky was far more purple in hue than seen here, enough so that to make it look “realistic” would in fact make it look unrealistic. *shrugs*
Yet, for all that it looks like a typical blustery winter morning, it was not very cold. The temperature was 64°F and humid, nothing a light jacket couldn’t ward off.
Keely was crashed out on my bed as soon as she finished eating her breakfast, a sure sign that the weather was not going to improve. She’s not a morning dog at all but she usually as least follows me around the house morosely when I’m getting ready to leave for work. That much was too much, apparently.
Anyway, back to pain: it’s a time and energy suck. I have a high pain threshold but as I’m often reminded, that is not a matter of whether I feel pain or not but rather that the pain I feel is mentally tolerable to me. It still affects me directly, which on this third day of this annoying headache I’m feeling acutely.
Who are we but a bundle of nerves and water?