My Head Aches

Aches is a verb in the title. Not a noun.

Blogger continues to toy with my commenting ability, which only contributes to my current head ache. This one was long in the making. All about Spring and pollen and wind. It hovered over me for about a week, only hinting at what it could do. I managed to keep it at bay with Aspirin, Tylenol and Ibuprofen. I would sit quietly until it passed, knowing it was right there waiting to pounce like a cat intent on surprise. My goal was to make it through each day until I could lay me down to sleep.

Insomnia kept her distance and I actually slept, but, like one denied water over a long period of time, I could not seem to quench my thirst for sleep. I craved every little drop I could have, even falling asleep with my fingers on the keyboard, in an upright position.

I managed a few hours of housekeeping and answered the phone and took reservations, but I longed for the comfort of my bed and pillow. I tried to sew and did manage to grind out a few things and even had inspiration hit me at one point. But, my heart wasn't in it. I listen to audio books while I sew and the monotone of the voice was like that of a hypnotist. I left my work and came back into my sanctuary to await nightfall.

I had; had meaning past tense, no longer having; a pair of needle nose pliers among my various screwdrivers and parts to my sewing machine handy and ready for use right there on my sewing counter. These come in handy for many things while sewing. One can remove gripper snaps and such with the assistance of these pliers with the tiny tips. I like to have them there for the removal of sewing machine needles when I accidentally sew through my thumb or finger. It is best to yank that needle out as quickly as possible, before your brain receives the message about the injury. Since someone seems to have "borrowed" them, I thought it would be best not to continue sewing in my state. Not to name names or point a finger at anyone, there is only one person brave enough to touch anything in my sewing room. Only one other person living here ........

So, all week long the weather and the headache went to extremes to make me miserable. Then, yesterday it struck with all its' force. Saturday. As the temperature rose slowly, the headache gained momentum. Saturday, in a kampground, is not a good day to lock the door and stick a sign in the window. He who is apt to borrow tools was not around for relief. I fought it as long as I could, then, called him and told him I had to go into a dark, quiet room and try to sleep the headache off.

I slept for about an hour and then got up, only a little relieved. It is still right here, waiting, hovering on the periphery of my vision. I dare not turn my head suddenly or cut my eyes to the left or right, or up or down. Don't want to issue an invitation for a long visit, do I?