Okay, but it does hurt again today.

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Yes, it is the medicine.  As my body attempts to fit the strictures of the medicine, pain is the short term yield.  I went back on medicine yesterday and pain is back.  The lungs still lightly burn, but it is the splitting headache that is front and center today.  Take an axe, with a broad head, and strike the skull to the left (your right if you are swinging the axe) of center, in the mid-front of the center, and have it slice from the brow to the back of the ear.  Lodge it well.  Now, start thrumming the part of the axe that is not embedded with something, gentle, like a ten pound sludge.  Ah, there you have the sensation.

Still, I was able to get much done the last few days.  Even this morning, before going to bed, I cleaned enough so that sitting for guests would be sufficient.  Further, I think I hid my pain so that they could not even tell.  I took off my whiskers and got a shower, groomed, and dressed, if barely in time.  Barely counts, as with a powerful enough hand grenade.  Why is it that pain brings violence to mind?  Don't be silly.  Even I know that, at least in my case.  Still, it only involves thought and would only be directed at someone if they were causing the pain.  Knowing me, I would survive a literal skull attack, but I would be a bit bent about it all.  The sludgehammer bit would never do.  I'd be a bit too out about the initial event.

A bit fevered today, as well.  Yes, I do think the medicines put a damp on things.  Not much else will go forward today, or right now.  I may actually go in and try to sleep this... near migraine... off.  The girls have been fed, their litter policed, I am clean, the cave is more in order than it has been in some time and yet improving.  I didn't finish the dishes I put in to soak, so gave them a fresh soak after my shower.  Hmm, I may get to those before going down though.  So as to put beans on for a pre-cook soak.  If I can hold together.  Having this level of pain back, and being awake and aware.  The few days off the medicinal rack, though... but still...  rough.  I never can remember just how painful it was until I plunge in again.  Thankfully, save that it means it's difficult to prepare.

Later.