I get migraines. Sometimes I get them frequently. Lately this has been the case, and it sucks. They visit for a variety of reason, such as stress, the weather, hormones, or just because they're fun. I woke up with one again this morning and knew it was not going to cooperate and let me go to work like the two others I've had in the last week. I called in to work, mumbled something about "head hurty, no worky," and went back to sleep. Kind of. My head hurt so badly I could not sleep it away. That doesn't happen often, but it does happen.
During my fitful nap, I had all kinds of brilliant ideas to write about. Can I remember any of them now? Of course not. I even remember thinking to myself "Hey, write this stuff down," but my head did not permit me to open my eyes and see light, so that didn't happen. Once I decided to see if I could eat something, I started thinking. (That's not usually a good thing, by the way.) Is it possible that I, or someone like me, has cured cancer or solved the world's problems during a moment of midnight lucidness only to erase it with sleep? Is it like typing a brilliant piece of literature only to have your computer reboot before it was saved? That is a frustrating thought. The only way I can think of to not lose the idea is to not sleep, but the only people I know that don't sleep are tweakers, and they aren't very bright. I doubt some mystery is ever unlocked within their brains.
Well, it seems as though the ice pick had decided to return to stab my right eye again. I thought this migraine was on it's way out. Apparently I was mistaken. Maybe I'll have a brilliant thought while I am resting and I'll actually remember it. Probably not.
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