I tell my brother I am in a certain kind of Hell. Day 11 of Head Pain.
He responds, "Day 12: stephanie does lsd to cure headaches, becomes one with the universe and then spends the rest of her life thinking she's an orange."
I think it is a fine idea.
I like oranges.
He also said, "Maybe you've got an excess of spinal fluid that is collecting around your skull and causing pressure that is giving you headaches. I remember the merch guy on that tour had that problem and that it gave him chronic migraines that nobody could figure out."
I have considered this sort of thing also. Especially when the pressure makes an egg of my head.
I tell him that now that they have done ct scans and mri's a lumbar puncture has been mentioned, an idea that i do not relish but that i have some serious voodoo in effect...
I tell him I will come for a visit and he says,
"Good Luck with all that and yes, I would love to see you before you become a redneck."
"It may be too late" I say.
"I had some buttermilk pie from the WeeMart in Liverpool Texas."
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