Posts Tagged ‘Migraine’

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I’m ready to admit to having a little brain fog today. Well, if you insist, it’s a lot of brain fog today and I can’t really explain why today is any different from hundreds of others, except, I only had an hours sleep and since I had suggested an outing today I’ve been staggering around like a zombie most of the day. In fact Lucy (above) just about fits the right picture when I opened Word Press and got to my  ‘page’ and saw…..

Like the Three Bears in Goldilocks, “Whose been messing around with my page?”

Stunned surprise and bafflement. I haven’t seen anything to tell me any changes were coming. That’s not to say there hasn’t been a notification, I’ve been really lax with my emails today too. Bright lights hurt my eyes which in turn laser into my frontal lobe. Very unpleasant. Thinking is a painful suggestion. It’s a strange concept, but I need to think to put fingers to keyboard.

So, getting back to Lucy. I could never understand how she became so famous for making such exaggerated faces and having so many foul ups. I think I’m beginning to understand. It’s all a matter of experience. When she was a byword on National television I really wasn’t into slapstick comedy very much.  Very serious person indeed. It almost went with the career I think, or at least it did for me. Until today.

image from araneus1.wordpress.com Singing sweetly in the Jacaranda he looked so beautiful.

We went to visit one of my favourite haunts, the Crystal Castle. It is filled with hundreds upon hundreds of crystals, as you might expect, but in such a display that it takes your breath away. Just wandering through the rooms gives you a heady feeling. Of course it wouldn’t be quite the same if I didn’t pick up one or two little treasures, but that’s just an added perk. Yes, I could easily get carried away.

However, I wasn’t feeling too chipper so we decided to have a light snack and a nice latte at their organic cafe. All produce locally grown, much on the property itself, so I was sure it was going to be yummy. It was, a beautiful spinach and four cheese roll with salad. Delicious.  There are signs everywhere asking the patrons not to feed the birds since it isn’t any good for them. There is also a delicious carrot and walnut cake with cream cheese topping on offer, a favourite from the way it disappeared from the counter.

Yummy carrot and walnut cake, cream cheese topping

This was delivered to the next table to us, a delicious piece of carrot cake. The temptation to take photos is almost overwhelming since the views are incredible and that is what distracted this couple. They moved away from their table to take some photos. In a swoop reminiscent of a diving magpie after a cyclist, a magpie floated down from the Jacaranda tree and landed on the table and promptly set to with gusto.  Of course the first peck into the cake filled his beak with cream cheese! He couldn’t swallow it, he couldn’t open his beak and he couldn’t get rid of it.

He banged his beak left and right on the plate and then the table and all the while the couple were happily snapping away. I couldn’t stop laughing at the sight. It doesn’t sound that funny, but it looked hilarious, so much so I couldn’t hold the camera to get a photo. So the carrot cake will have to do.

So Lucy, I understand all those comic faces. I pulled one when I suddenly saw my page completely different and I pulled a dozen more watching this magpie, especially when the couple turned and saw what was happening. Then I had to pull more funny faces trying to hide that I was laughing so much.  Headache time here I came!

image from blogs.sacurrent.com     Yes, I LOVE LUCY now. 

So there we have it, one sober day (no alcohol included) shot to pieces by a magpie stuck on cream cheese. You simply had to be there.

Happy Sunday people.

Ciao, Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2013

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“Of all the things we can feel with our minds and bodies, severe pain is the purest, for it drives everything else from our awareness and focuses us as perfectly as we can ever be focused”.

DEAN KOONTZ, Dark Rivers of the Heart

There are few people who have been told about my battle with Lyme disease. Of those, even fewer understand what is actually happening during my treatment.  Most of those who know are part of my online community. Perhaps it is as simple as the feeling that I can ‘bare my soul’ here and remain, in part, anonymous.  This poem came out of a night’s anguish.

The Pain in my Brain.

This migraine is not in Spain,

No rain falls on this plain,

And in the main, this migraine,

Can be no comedy, no laughter

Only for the insane,

This Pain in my Brain,

Feels like barbed wire,

Wrapped tightly round a tall spire,

Almost like to die, it makes me feel,

Enough to make strong men cry,

It truly is a Wretched Curse,

And then becomes so much worse.

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No mere simper will I make,

As I lay and softly whimper in its wake,

As it leeches like a strong torrent,

Throughout my whole body,

Like a door into a lobby suddenly opened,

Lets the throng flood inside,

Pain flows to every nerve and tendon,

Like a swiftly raging tide,

Ready to beg – “No More”‘

“Please – just a sweet release,

even a small respite.

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A little light at the end of this painful tunnel,

Only please make it dim for a while,

So this Pain in my Brain,

Will not return, not for some time,

Light, forgive me for giving in to this pain,

But this damned Lyme Migraine,

Feels like sharp daggers in my eyes, my brain,

As it travels unfettered throughout my body,

Like partisans fighting, a war without end.

But now an end is in sight,

Filled with hope in the darkest of nights,

I WILL ride the waves of the sharpest pain,

Now, the future is bright,

Like the sunshine which follows the rain,

I can say, “NO MORE”,

To this Pain in my Brain,

Wretched, damned Lyme Migraine!

Where are those blasted pills?

Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows”. DEAN KOONTZ, Velocity

All things come to an end. At times it feels as though the end is nowhere in sight, but it is there, even as a dim spark. Hanging onto that dim spark may seem difficult, but in the end, winning is possible.

Blessings.  Susan xx

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