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It feels as though there is a thumb pressing against the back of my right eye, attempting to push the orb out of its socket. The entire right side of my head, temple to jaw, is stiff, like I’ve been punched hard in the face and haven’t fully recovered.
The enormity of the pain is staggering. I can’t think, or talk. It hurts to move, and forming words into coherent sentences in this moment is akin to scaling Mt. Everest with one hand.
I want nothing more than to curl into a ball in a darkened room, my face on an ice cold pillow, and wait for the agony to subside. But I can’t.
I have to write.
I’m on a deadline.
I write grant proposals for nonprofit arts organizations. I’ve always prided myself on completing work well in advance of the due date, but this one came unexpectedly. A funding opportunity “too good to pass up,” I was told by my superiors, if only I can “churn it out quickly.”
Ordinarily, not a problem. In the throes of a migraine, it’s a tad tricky.
Longtime Pals
For I had no brain tumor, no eyestrain, no high blood pressure, nothing…
