“The soul always knows how to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.” ~ Manzoor Awan
the week of skulls
It was another day inside, but better than yesterday by the afternoon. Last summer, when my headaches changed from the regular migraines I’d had since I was a teen, my brilliant doctor suspected I was suffering something called ‘Trigeminal neuralgia.’ I had no clue what it was, and when he explained it to me, I thought he was wrong. So, I declined the med because I didn’t want to take another pill (and it’s used to treat epilepsy, which I don’t have). Trigeminal neuralgia is a nerve that, when aggravated, will cause facial pain -and it’s hard to nail down what aggrivates it. That sounds lame, ‘facial pain,’ but for me, it’s the whole side of the front of my skull, usually the right side. As a bonus, it usually affects women over 50, as if I needed more reminding of my age. It started as a quick, almost unnoticeable sharp strike above my eye, and then it was over. As time went on, the strikes happened more often, and the pain didn’t stop for days at a time, and my usual pain regimen didn’t touch it. Last fall, I decided to try the med because I was losing more and more time every time it happened. It has been doing a great job until this past Sunday, but for me, that’s a pretty good run. However, it did highlight some possible causes for the flair, and I’m going to work on that, but I’ve got to get through this thesis first. I’m feeling much better tonight and will be able to stumble into the office tomorrow and go back to solving all the problems that need solving. Meanwhile, the dogs found this little skull and left it for me. It’s the thought that counts, right? They’ve been good nurses.
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