In my right temple sat a weight so heavy that it hurt to move.
For the first time all week, I had hit a 9 out of 10 on the pain scale, and it warranted some painkillers.
I'd had this particular for about 18 hours at this point. All the entries in my headache diary were 7s and 8s, and even 8.8s. But never a 9.
At lunchtime today, despite taking 2 aspirin at 9am when I got up, I was at a 9.2. It hadn't touched my pain, and I could barely do anything.
I was lying in the dark just after midday, wondering how the hell I was going to get through the day if this aspirin wasn't going to help, when my friend rang.
And my first thought was to ignore it.
But instead I answered.
And it could have been the honest, friendly chatter of two mates hashing out dilemmas, exchanging the dramas in our lives, or it could have been the radiation that mobile phones release. Or maybe, 3 and a half hours later, the aspirin I took started working.
But whatever it was, my headache actually got better.
It went from a 9 down to a 7. A 7 I can bear, even if it's a constant 7. You'd think a 7 sounds high, but if I was going to say my base state is anything, it'd be somewhere around 6. So a 7 isn't all that bad.
I'll add up all the scores in my headache diary and find a median state for you, if you'd like.
I was meant to get up for a run this morning. At 9am this morning I would never have thought I could go for a run at all today.
But at 4pm I did.
I was going to say I am not the same woman this evening as I was this morning. But the fact is I am. I am two different mental, physical and emotional states of the same woman. The difference is that the woman that's writing this right now is positive about life and the woman that made the below video blog was in a state of despair.
And that's something I need to work on.
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