It has been a rough day.

I woke up at 4 in the morning with a MASSIVE headache. It was the kind of pain that makes you pause and wonder if the world is ending. The kind of pain that makes it hard to breathe, hard to move. The kind of headache that makes you sit up at 4 in the morning and wonder if you have freaking meningitis. That’s how bad it was.

I managed to shove some pills into my mouth to deal with some of the side effects of the headache (because there’s just nothing that helps the pain) and I attempted to go back to sleep. At best, falling back to sleep would’ve been tough with that amount of pain, but when you add an adorable little cat who really believes that 4 in the morning was the most perfect! time! ever! to eat and in protest of not eating decides to climb in and out and in and out and IN AND OUT of the blinds 20 million times, well, sleep is nearly impossible.

That did not make the day any easier.

Looking at this month, I’m starting to worry. I haven’t had this many bad days in a long time. It doesn’t seem to be related to stress, especially considering my weekends are every bit as bad as my weekdays. It doesn’t seem to be related to difficulty of work because light days are every bit as bad as difficult ones. It doesn’t seem to be related to anything.

But it’s getting worse. It’s getting a lot worse.

The headache I had in the middle of the night last night was the worst headache I’ve ever had that wasn’t the result of a lumbar puncture and subsequent spinal fluid leak. It was terrifying because it came out of no where and awakened me from a dead sleep (again, about having a freaking baby. My subconscious has SUCH issues). Thankfully the pain did go down some and I was able to go to work, but all day I have felt miserable. All morning I felt like puking, and all afternoon I’ve just wanted to sleep. Or cry. Or both.

I don’t know what to do at this point. I don’t know where to go, who to call, what to try. I don’t know how to manage when the pain is like this. I made it through the day today, but it was by far the toughest thing I’ve done in a long time.

I can’t keep doing this. For the first time in a while, I’m genuinely scared of tomorrow.

To my very core, I’m terrified of that pain, of this pain. Of more pain.

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