Ghostly 9/30/09
It's fog over valley - a warm day - pressure
on my skull filling in every crack
In the original post I talked a little about my headaches. I've also talked about this here and here.
I have never gotten a diagnosis. It feels like my brain has come loose in the shell of my skull. When you turn it is like the brain takes a second to also turn.
I know it's some weather - pressure drop - a
hung-over lecture rattling
There is a need, a want, to come up with explanations for the occurrence. Maybe it was warm yesterday and colder today. And that could be it. Maybe a storm is coming in, you can see it on the horizon. Maybe the trees are particularly pollen-y today.
The reality is that I don't know. Maybe there's a tumor growing in there. Maybe my brain has come loose from the meniscus of my skull. Maybe the pressure and weather do it.
Maybe it's all in my head. HA HA.
It drills - a curtain over eyes that buzzes lightly
cicadas with glassine features
It isn't really like cicadas. I mean, it is a constant feeling. But it isn't sound. That I equate it with the noise made by them is synesthesia at work.
The headaches I get are more like someone holding their hands tightly, but not painfully, around your neck. They may apply a little pressure, but it isn't serious. Over time it grows in apprehension and annoyance until it feels like they are trying to kill you.
It's like that game kids play. "I'm not touching you"
Only inside my head.
they break at the first sign of breathing -
When a headache ends. There is a weird feeling of lightness. People call them 'auras'. Some feel a headache coming on. Like a strange premonition. I don't usually. I can sometimes feel the tightening inside and grab some ibuprofen in time. But usually it is there before I know it.
I get echos. I can feel where the headache was for hours, sometimes days, afterwards. Like a bruise. Like there is permanent damage in there.
Then that too vanishes. And I sort of magically forget this is a thing that happens to me until the next time.
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