Shards of pain darting through my head, zinging against the optic nerve. Shutting my eyes against the light, I hide out on the sofa. The window blinds have been dimmed down. The room is quiet, the television sound softened to a buzz in the background. Occasionally I wake up and look around and shut my eyes to the light that makes the pain dart and richochet around my skull.
I'm not prone to headaches and this is not a migraine. The pressure builds behind my eyes and I'm charged with sinus pain.
It's at times like these that I'm happy to be part of the unemployed. I can't imagine going to a job that requires any thought and having to cope.
This sinus stuff is new to me and I think that it has progressively gotten worse as the years here in the south have accumulated. Tomorrow I will visit the pharmacy and sign out some Sudafed. Sudafed, as you are probably aware, requires a signature sign out and there is a certain amount that is alloted to each customer each month. This is to discourage those inclined to buy up a bunch of it to use in the making of meth.
How interesting huh? A blog on my sinus misery. Well, to that I say, this is my memory in black and white and this is my day.
As I follow the lines of this type across the page, I can feel the movement of my eyeballs as they roll to the right in their orbits to follow this typing. I think I'll call this a "done for the day" and go find the husband who is ..where else? but in the kitchen this time of day. It's fish and chips tonight. We caught a bunch of cod today at Sam's. I did make it to Sam's between the sofa slouching.
The dinner bell is ringing and I'm gone.