Back on medicine.

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There is a cost.  Migraine.  I should, I think, still be asleep.  Half way through, however, the pain came.  Then it got worse.  I can't sleep under this one.  Usually I can out-sleep it, especially if I take some pain killers.  Though usually it won't wake me.  I can outsleep it if it happens when I am awake.  This one is a bad one.  Not so much in intensity as in... something.  There is no break from it.

A shower, first thing.  That helped the headache for a bit.  I almost thought I had beaten it.  Nope.  Nausea and rising body temp are hitting.  No, not the flu.  Part of it is starting up medicine, part of it was sleeping too sound... not moving.  That last, of course, was caused by medicine but can't quite be called the same thing.  This thing is going to pound me into the dirt.  I just took some painkillers.  After my hair dries, I may go on back to bed.  Nasty painful thing.

Well, at least I am back on medicine.  I must have been off it longer than I thought.  As I said, I sort of lost track there for a bit, like I lived in the old days.  You have no idea how much better life is, even as bad as it might still seem.  The difference is that I can remember the good and bad times now.  Back then?  Not a clue, not for long anyway.  Sometimes having no real memory is a good thing.  But, really, it only seems that way.  Living in a fog is horrid.  Later.