Call me a communist.
I have been very introspective lately.
I guess a 4 month pain in your head will do that, make you a SUPER sleuth in your head. Trying to figure everything out.
When the head is screaming, I can't think at all.
But when I have a good day, then I am re-examining everything in my life.
Walking my boy Roy is a great time to ponder.
It's also a time to plan all the things I want to do, even though I know that I can't really plan anything until this is resolved.
I feel like my life is on hold. Every day is a crap shoot.
Today, when I woke with just a dull meanness in my head, I was so grateful that it wasn't a pounder like yesterday, I started making wild promises.
To no one at all.
Promises that once this headache is gone, I won't ever complain again about THIS random pain, or THAT inconvenience.
Promises that I will appreciate every single minute of my 'normal' life.
Promises that I will be satisfied with what I have, and not waste time thinking that it's not enough.
Today I am thinking about how perfect and lovely a life without a headache might be.
If there is one.
I leave you today with this, so you can go watch the Super Bowl.
Sydney's box, duct taped because her fat
Jinx, trying it out, looking puzzled, apparently not seeing the 'fun' in it.
And me, being hopeful. Thinking that "super" could mean something incredible.