Itching . . .

Home from work today -- "sick." Feels wrong not to be working, and, in fact, have my laptop open doing some strategy writing anyway -- over the Mrs.'s protestations. Problem is that I'm not sick in the "got pneumonia" sense -- been there done that -- but in the "I've got a very peculiar migraine" way.

For those who care to be Cliff Clavenesque at their next dinner party or around the water cooler should the subject come up, here's a little tidbit about migraines. They are not always the "my head is exploding" variety of super-headache that most people equate with the word. Sometimes there isn't even a headache at all -- at least initially -- just a load of unseemly and sometimes debilitating symptoms. I found this out a few years ago because I would periodically either (a) lose part of my vision in the central focal area, so that when I was looking at someone's face for instance, I would be mentally filling in the bottom-left quarter because in actuality I wasn't seeing it, or (b) my field of vision was full of starbursts, or (c) my peripheral vision would suddenly be quite milky. Long story short, went to a neurologist and found out these were migraines: peculiar because there was no headache.

Well, I've come a long way. Now, apparently, these initial symptoms are leading indicators only. What follows is a massive headache, dizziness, light sensitivity, periodic loss of equilibrium and nausea, randomly interspersed [sp?] with boughts of general well-being of the "I'm feeling OK, what am I doing here," variety. So, here I am. It sucks.

I must be sick because this very post contradicts my opening position for the blog: that it wouldn't become some moronic slice-of-my-life diary. I'll try to do better. Maybe as soon as today . . . maybe.

Posted by Grayson at January 22, 2004 10:52 AM