I feel like an ungrateful asshole to complain about 5 days of migraine when I'm only being inflicted with a low pressure system and not a catastrophic category 4 hurricane. At least I have a comfortable bed to cry in. And electricity to keep my ice pack cold. And functional plumbing for all of my hurling needs. Besides the fact that my home and belongings are intact.
I have a little mental clarity this morning after 4 doses of meds yesterday and a few hours of sleep.
But it's still there in the back.
Growling to be released. Snapping at it's chain. Spittle flying everywhere.
I can close the door right now, and walk up a level. I can barely hear it. Meds have temporarily tamped down the fear.
But that fucking monster is always lurking, waiting to strike.
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