Migraine is back. I'm wearing dark glasses in a pitch black room as I type this to cut down on the auras that came with today's migraine. I've also got the earplugs in...the same ones I use when I go target shooting to protect my ears. I'll be blunt: my migraines are getting out of hand. I know there are people in the world in worse pain than me. And I'd rather I have to bear this than see someone I love deal with it. But it doesn't make it much easier.
Many of you have expressed concern and well wishes, and I appreciate this. I'm a stubborn man, and one who doesn't like to admit weakness. But my wife and friends have been urging me to see a doctor about them for a while, and to actually tell her how bad they've been getting. And I'm taking their advice...finally. In fact, I had a doctor's appointment today about this very thing...which I unfortunately had to cancel because of a migraine. This was poor planning on my part: I should have made arrangements for someone to give me a ride in this apparently likely contingency. I will not make that mistake again. If anyone wants to volunteer, I will probably have my new appointment next week. Let me know if you want to be on the list and I'll try to coordinate a time with you.
Here is a nice, beautiful song by my friend Thomas Gabriel Fischer of Triptykon (formerly Celtic Frost) off the album Eparistera Daimones. It kind of captures what it feels like to go to sleep with one of these things. I know it isn't what Tom actually meant the song to be about, but I think he would appreciate my interpretation. The video is fan made, featuring some really beautiful forest scenes.