The headache started Sunday night and has not abated. It is now Wednesday afternoon. The noise of the six scanners behind my head is a high and steady whine. I can hear the buzz of the fluorescent lights. Every sensation is heightened. In a few minutes I will go into the booth, where the lighting is dim and there will be an hour's respite from the noise.
No, I don't think it's a stroke. If I did I wouldn't be sitting here; I may be a stubborn bastard, but I have no intentions of dying just yet. Screw my enemies; I don't care what they think. I've got a few things I still need to prove to myself.
But my God. GAWD. Must get better before Friday. That's my movie night and I haven't even figured out what to watch. Last week's surprise must be topped.
Maybe a machete would help. A sharp, relentless machete, applied right above the eyebrows. It might spoil the rest of the week, but it certainly would lessen the pain.