Tylenol.

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I have just been suffering through the aches in my neck and the severe headaches I have had for the last few weeks. But I have had enough. So, I will try buckets of Tylenol. That is what was recommended when I was on high blood pressure medicines, since it did not interfere with those medicines. And, at that time, I was more active about treating even little pains as they interfered with my studies and trying to lead a life. As is, I was simply trying to ignore the pain but the pain is becoming more like migraines now. Nausea, confusion, light sensitivity, and sever pain really deserves to be treated. At least it is not yet as bad as it can be. Yes, buckets of Tylenol, 1400 milligrams up to four times a day, is what I was allowed before, along with some medicine to help with the nausea (though I have dumped that along with all other prescription medicine). Then again, since I am not taking other medicines, I may see if other painkillers are better, if these do not work.

I was able to stay awake 16 hours in my last effort. If the time of day I am awake is a bit complicated in order to do some business, and if that is pretty much all I can do, it is something. There is the odd chance that I will get other things done if I can just stay awake long enough. I suppose that is as good as it gets for now. And, it is better than the last few weeks by far. Of course, being awake more means I am more vulnerable to the headache pains. As I said about suffering though, it has it’s purposes. As well, I am trying to treat it now too.

I had thought to tone down my rhetoric when blogging. It seems I have actually ratcheted it up. On the other side of the deal, however, I think that though I am using a stronger voice, I am also using a more reasoned line of recourse and avoiding the reddest of the red meat, mostly. Though it is not what I suggested I would do, I think it is better than what I was doing, and maybe in the final analysis it is more like what I had wished to accomplish. Either that or I am merely psychologically covering for my failure. Who knows, but I will ponder the point.

That’s it. I am going to let you off this murderously boring train (of thought?) early today. Now, go out and tell some one they are important to you. Find a bum and tell them that God loves them. Find something good to do or say. And remember to feed yourself. You may be at the bottom of the ladder, but without you, the stellar would be at least one rung down and just as possibly (or more), flat on their backs in pain due to a failure of their support system. Yes, you are important. Besides, God loves you, He told me so.