I look better with an entire head.
I was dreaming that half my head was gone. I was looking in a mirror, and I was only half a head. That's strange, I thought, I must not be looking closely enough. I woke up and the right side of my head, from the eye down, was a block of pain. Not throbbing, not searing, just pain itself. Even the roof of my mouth was pain. Touching it with my tongue brought tears to my eyes. It was 5 a.m., what was I supposed to do now? People don’t simply get up at 5 a.m., that's ridiculous. After three or so minutes of mentally mapping the contours of my new agonizing head space, I got up. I went downstairs. Our house is shockingly loud. Every floorboard explodes upon contact. BAM. POW. SHE'S HEADING TO THE KITCHEN. Izzy the cat was freaking out that she had company. Hey! I'm up too! Let’s bat at some Legos together! Hey!
I found the appropriate painkillers and I took them and I ordered them to get to work. Now what? Now I would Google, of course. "Sinus pain without congestion." "Sinus pain + no congestion." "Sinus agony turns out to be sudden fatal tumor." As usual, I found message board after message board with people listing their symptoms, people who have been in discomfort for weeks. Why don't they go to a doctor? I had been conscious with this pain for 15 minutes and I could barely stand it. The advice on the boards was always the same. Contact your doctor. Stop writing to the Internet and call someone who can see you in person.
When I realized the Advil was kicking in and I was getting drowsy, I hurried back to bed. My brilliant and also gorgeous husband brought the child to school, and when I woke up at 10 a.m., the head pain was gone. I have no idea what that was, but thank you, head, for getting rid of it. Please don't let it happen again. Especially not before it's light out.










January 16, 2008
Reader Comments (33)
Oh and I have the Aleve brought back with people who I know are visiting the US as it's not available here in Canada.
Here's hoping it never comes back!
They are no fun that's for sure! Glad it went away.
That or you've been sniffing one too many funky books at your library.
I don't like my friends husband. Not one bit.
I'd rather dream I was missing part of my head and wake up with a throbbing head ache than dream of kissing my friend's husband who I don't like so much.yuck.
for fun i usually call up my husband to let him know i'm dying of a brain tumor. 12 years later it's still not getting the laughs i expect, nay, demand.
anyway, when i'm not knocked up i take 2 extra strength excedrins and 1 claritin-D (the kind that the meth heads make me sign my life over to the gov't for) and it usually clears up in a few hours. good luck- a hot shower sometimes helps, too, and sleep. blergh.
(Forgive me, I'm a terrible hypochondriac, with just enough medical knowledge to amplify my worries to truly awesome levels. I get panic attacks when I go to the doctor any more, even if it's just for a routine physical.)
If this becomes a trend for you, or if the headaches get harder to get rid of, definitely see your doctor.
To Amy--our official term is "migraineurs." Sound fancy, doesn't it? Like we should get paid for it or something? And I remember reading Joan Didion's story in school, before I started having migraines--her description of them is what made me realize what it was when I had my first one.
(though my guess, also, is a migraine.)