Migraine, or whatever it is, hurts so bad that nausea sweeps in.
Five days of it, every three to five weeks, for, what, twenty years now?
Family physicians, a neurologist, naturopaths, a homeopath, chiropractors, massage therapists, and a physiotherapist all failed to fix.
CBD oil prescription is expensive and doesn’t fix. It helps minimally. THCa oil in acute attacks does the same.
Hospital emergency rooms in desperate moments is a gamble. Triage. Wait a long time. Downtime from duties. Need someone to do the drive home. Get shot with something that sometimes works. Demerol worked once, but when requested the next time, it was refused. Morphine took the edge off and allowed sleep, but the pain returned by morning. Ketorolac 60 mg injected with Gravol to combat the nausea it can cause works 80% of the time.
Face-first into a wall in 1988. Unknown whiplash unhealed. Spine grown twisted. Escaped from perpetrator.
Now add in the pain from being knocked over by a dog. Twice. Back of skull first day. Then knee next day.
Monday: Liquid nitrogen to plantar surface of left foot for wart. Burns.
Tuesday: Cleaning the kitchen because foot too sore Monday to clean before bed. Stuffing and baking a turkey. Many hours. Remove stuffing and refrigerate. When turkey cools, remove meat from bones and refrigerate. Put drippings in container to use for gravy. Too late at night to make gravy. Make it tomorrow.
Wednesday: Many processes to prepare for making turkey pies. Grind wheat outside in grain grinder because it leaks flour. Thank God for grinder given by friend. Good grinder is mailed to Vancouver Island shop under warranty.
Make turkey bone broth. All day.
Clean, clean, clean. Laundry. Floor. Cat litter boxes. Delegate but only so much kids can do. Listen to kids. Answer kids. Interact with kids. Pray for kids. Dishes in dishwasher, plus ongoing big pots and bowls washed in sink. Fold and put away laundry. Declutter stuff in ongoing decluttering after new bedroom carpet installed.
Thursday: Whole wheat olive oil pie crusts x6.
Chopped carrots, celery, onions. Sauteed.
Other things unremembered. Many. Too many. Tears in there a time or two. Mine.
Thursday night, now: Suddenly realize forgot to let dog back in house. Oldest daughter to the rescue, brings her in. Long past bedtime.
Brain is gone. Somehow over three days of cooking, this is result:
Stuffing from homemade bread
Gravy for turkey pies
Three turkey pies
Vietnamese spring rolls
So much rice.
Onions were absent so they had to be bought this morning.
Family ate filling for turkey pies when it wasn’t yet done so had to stretch it by thawing Italian sausage from freezer and browning it… then driving to store to buy potatoes to cook and add.
Big pots to wash in sink. Sore hands from so much washing.
Phone calls I cannot return, added to list.
Deadlines for forms that needed to be filled.
People to contact via text and email. None for pleasure. Business and stress.
Dear friend in distress. Suicidal. Fear. Prayer.
Dear friend’s father had a seizure and in hospital. Prayer.
Noises in house.
Kids doing what told not to.
Ringing sound. High pitch ringing that permeates the room. Source unknown.
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See also: Giving Up