Headaches

"When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So one day when I was six, I did...the next day I had my first headache."

- Max Cohen in Pi

Hey, ever watched Pi?!

Want a PERFECT musical example of a migrane?!

I'll find you a link, but for now, and with said headache...

Oh, it's no mere headache. It's a thrumping (not bumping, thrumping), kick-the-walls, I-can't-take-the-pain, over-the-top, threshold-smashing, disability-creating pain so bad, you wanna take a drill to your fucking forehead.

Which is NOT to say I'm suicidal; I'm telling you it hurts THAT BAD.

You cannot tolerate light nor noise. Not at all. One of reason I can't find said link. I keep hitting the techno song instead; in this state, I can't take it.

Like, they NAIL it, straight into my fucking coffin. The people who did this soundtrack MUST get them; I don't know how else they perfected the music...

thump... thump... thump... thump...

kinda a techno thing; also the LEAST of your worry. It hurts, but not enough to lose control or wanna kill someone...

The next techno kick is your disorientation...

The violin screech is your headache taking off...

The what sounds like an alarm system going off is the REAL PAIN... I dunno how they came up with this, except they MUST HAVE THEM... at this point you're OUT OF YOUR MIND with pain, and willing to put a drill to your head...

By far my favorite part of movie (I bought it). I thought he was gonna go there. He didn't. It was tense, to say the least. It hurt.

My kudos to these musicians, despite it hurts.

It hurts.

It fucking hurts.

You can freeze-frame any second of the film, and it's still gorgeous. Grain and all. Beautiful.

But god(dess), it hurts. Thank you for the empathy, but I just want a drill right now. It HURTS.

I won't even touch my "art" right now; I'll just screw it, despite it's about pain. I'm outta my mind. Does anyone understand how much this HURTS?!?!?!

I spent most the day not able to lift my head; too painful.

Whiplash? Yeah, I used to think that a joke. Something rich bitches would cry about when it didn't matter.

Yeah, well, I can't move my fucking neck. And it hurts. Bad. So bad, I want a drill.

Not really, if logical for half-second. But you must understand this pain; it's not one you want.

I can only tell you, I dunno how else to explain:

I have been beaten, and in the face.

I have been paralyzed, for a time, due to abuse.

I have had a bladder infection (if you've had one--you know that pain).

I have slashed my arm with a knife, and bled all over the streets trying to get to the hospital.

I have been hit by a car, as a pedestrian.

and there is NO pain worse than a migrane. NONE.

MAKE IT STOP!!!! GIVE ME MEDICAL MARIJUANA! THIS IS NUTS!!!

I'm gonna try to write my fictional story now... I shouldn't, but will. My keystrokes are retractable faster than my paintstrokes... but this is nuts. It hurts. It hurts. It more than hurts. DO YOU HEAR ME. SUPPORT MM IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS...

Else God (yours, not mine), give me a drill.