So F’n Sick

… the thoughts and feelings — exhaustion, splitting pain, nausea — of this headache don’t match the soft peaceful dreamy picture.

I’d say I wish those were someone else’s fingers instead of my own holding this ice bag atop my head – a quiet doting s**, for example – but when I’m really feeling it I can’t stand even the thought of anyone being near me. Moving around, touching, making sounds.

I just need to be left alone. And sleep.