A Head Splitting Beautiful Sunday
There is a quadrant of my head that is pounding. Right temple, right eye. If I just stay perfectly still, it stops. Then it moves behind the ears, throbbing. The whole area is pressurized, seeking release. There is no release, only sleep.
Why am I not sleeping? I don’t really know. I have this enormous writing habit, ever since I started writing here in March. I am really resilient with habits. I cling to every silly one like a life-line. I think this is going to be a shit post, because an ear may pop off at any time. I should just go to bed.
No, I am an addict to my routine. I will persevere.
So today was a beautiful Sunday. It was beautiful before my head started hurting. I think it was beautiful, because everything that happened since the headache seems irrelevant. I think it was sort of a greyish day. A pretty evening, that might have triggered something I actually enjoyed writing about, like yesterday. Oh well. Here, the picture has more words than me tonight.
So this is an old fort that we like to go to. It has hills. Floridians like hills; we don’t have them normally.
And here is a pretty wall with a pretty village that looked pretty much the same from this angle two hundred years ago. Pretty, isn’t it?
Here the boy that scaled the sea wall, just beyond the moat. Salt air was in our faces, the boy faced his fear, life was beautiful. At least I think it was, for other people.
Here is this gorgeous coquina. It is art here. Blocks made of shells. The Spanish managed to hold a fort together for several hundred years with a bunch of crushed up oysters. Good for them.
Here we are, the sun opening up from where I stood in the moat. Kind of like the opening forming in my head. The sun finds an opening; the pressure seeks its escape. Rain and Pain. The sky matches my mood.
At present both ears are still intact. Now if I can somehow walk through the house without moving my head, all will be well.
Goodnight.
Interesting. never know oyster shells have anything to do with walls in the olden days.
Yep. It was common here to make walls of whole oyster shells too, apparently because they harbor so much bacteria and are sharp. Prior to antibiotics, getting sliced open by them was not a good idea.
We have forts here. Spaniards knew how to make cool forts!
Apparently they did. They certainly built them to last. The one the Brits built near my house was wood...bad move in Florida :)
They didn't knew our weather kills wood! ahahah
Dr. H. P.'s Rx: Drink lots of stuff with caffeine in it--opens up the blood vessels allows circulation.
I don't handle caffeine well, it makes me really jittery. I wonder what I would have written being really jittery. Something like:
ITwAsaBeaUtiFulSUndaY.MyhEaDdOesnThUrtAnyMorE.YAY!
If it comes to a choice between jittery and intense pain, I'll take jittery every time. Also, there is a drug doctors prescribe called caffregot that seems to be 99% caffeine, it works without many jitters. Fortunately I haven't had a migraine in 10 years. Don't know why. They just stopped.
Unfortunately my jitters come with anxiety. Physical pain is preferred over it in my case.
Interesting. I hadn't had one in about six months. I suspect mine has to do with digestion. In TCM the head and gut are related. I find this to be the case at times, that energy just travels right up.
The mysteries of the body. I hope you are forever free of them.
The day we become forever free of the mysteries of the body, six of our best friends will be carrying us by the handles. I'll take the mysteries.
Agreed. Sigh
My comment was not meant to chastise, but simply to remind.
I took it that way. You aren't the chastising sort of doctor, so I always enjoy talking with you :)
The statement "I took it that way" also leaves an open end. Ahh, trying to decode intonation attached to text - this is kind of fun.
Ouch, you poor thing. I am thinking by this stage you may be feeling much better now. There is nothing worse than a sore head.
Thank you, I am basking in a pain free night :)
I'm like yourself. I really value my alone time when my daughter goes to sleep and I waste it if I go to sleep as well but I know I would be fresher in the morning if I did.
Yes, I sometimes am too tired to do anything productive, so I just sit on the couch stubbornly thinking to myself this is my time! Stay awake, woman!
well well well....yawn...this was a wonderful way to get ready for bed.
lol! hey did that headache go away? because that description was so vivid I almost got one just reading about it.
love old forts but the place looks flat as a table. if those are Florida hills then carry on in your fantasy world.
Lol. The hills were not pictured. Although they were Florida hills, which are only enough to impress a tot that just rolled down one.
The headache went away shortly after falling asleep, thank goodness.
oh ok, no insults, snide remarks or putting Texas down? wow you must be exhausted. I think you just need more sleep is all, and then wear a cowboy hat when you go out, that would make all the difference in the world, plus it would look cool and also improve your image.
I could use more sleep. I could not use a cowboy hat.
Just can't. Next you'll be asking me to wear cowboy boots.
Love St Augustine! A little creepy in some chamber...but let’s pass that and go on on how well your pictures are! Really great shots of the area.
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Old St. Aug does have her flair for the creepy. That fort has a bunch of ghost stories, and eerie three hundred year old graffiti on it.
It's a special city, and fun to take pictures of.
Yes, do recall all the tags in the chambers. Found that fascinating and sad at the same time.
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Oh, dear! Such beautiful pictures and such an awful feeling in your head--makes mine tighten a bit just reading. I do hope you've felt better these past two!
I have been headache free, thank goodness.
Beautiful place!
Thank you, it is decrepit and beautiful.