Over the past couple of days, I've been the grateful recipient of some attention. Phone calls, emails, personal visits at work. "Is everything OK? You all right?" Some of have noticed my considerable blogular absence. Others, that I've missed a few Sundays of church and still others that I just haven't sounded good when they've talked to me.
The truth is my head's pretty bad these days. I have some level of pain nearly every day anyway, but June has been like a blur of medication and no sleep and trying to get through work days and nausea and just generally hanging on 'til I can get home and sort of fall apart. Sunday was, I hope, the apex of the current cycle -- none of the drugs in my considerable arsenal touched the pain at all. I even considered going to the emergency room for something, anything, to make it all stop.
I haven't talked about this -- largely because it's boring. Who wants to read me going on and on about how crummy I feel or describing my little personal struggles with pain? No one. It's so uninteresting, I don't even want to write about it. But on the other hand, it's true and real for me, and I don't want anyone to worry or think something out of the ordinary's up.
Last June was just like this, too -- I was remembering that when I started at CM, I was so hopeful that the change of scenery and reduced stress (ha!) would lead to fewer headaches. Instead, the whole month was this like pain-filled swirl with a new job thrown in. This year, I'm back in the political trenches, and the headaches are right back with me.
So. That's the deal. If you pray, I would covet your prayers that I would walk in a manner worthy through this particular season that God has ordained for me. And, that if it's His will, He'd let it stop. If you don't pray, I'd appreciate your holding a good thought for me. This, too, shall pass -- it always does -- but it's a bit wearing in the process.
Nora: So, I was wondering if I could leave a little early today.
