Imagine a stake. An iron stake. Driven into the crown of your head. Doctor appointment July the 2nd. Is walking intensifying the headache? Maybe these ramblings will be a help to someone who might be experiencing something similar. Too miserable.
I smelled oranges. Not an orange. A crate of oranges.
After laying here a few minutes, the ‘stake in my head’ feeling has morphed into a feeling of a brick tied too tightly to the top of my head. A big brick. Bigger than a regular brick. Thin. Like a paver brick. But not super thin. With a comical now holding it in place.
“Don’t take so many Tylenol” they say. What? How about some pain management?! I’m paying for pain management! Damn who are these people who get meds? I guess the sensation that my skull is being crushed is all in my head. If my skull really is being crushed, you read it here first.
Train Bumor 