My head hurts. It hurt when I got up this morning, and it hurts less now, but it still hurts. It’s not even a ‘normal’ headache, which, for me is just pressure and pain, sort of the way a bruise feels if you push on it, but inside my head.
Nope, for me, I get one of my infrequent but ever-popular ‘special’ headaches. The kind that feels more like I have a sunburn or bad scrape on my frontal lobe. It’s a very different sensation, and it sucks. I have to wonder if it’s a food allergy (I ate and drank a couple of things I rarely eat or drink), a side effect of a medicine (took a medicine I don’t frequently take yesterday), or possibly just the equivalent of muscle pain in the brain(I sat down and wrote a chapter of my book yesterday after forcing myself not to for a month).
Anyway, here I am, blinding pain. I want to sit down and write some more, and have managed to futz around with it a little bit, but I’m definitely not, at this time, able to pour out a good ‘story’. It’s frustrating, you know? I have this time, I have made plans, and now… I’m having to wait. It’s only noon, and our housemate is off today, so I may get her to oversee the kids so I can try to write a bit later.
Right now, though? I’m just frustrated. And my head hurts.