It hurts again

Some months ago I read a book called A Journey Round My Skull, which chronicled the author’s experiences of having a brain tumor removed in Hungary in 1937. (*pedantry* He was Hungarian but he went to Sweden to have the tumor removed.) I quote today from pages 131-132:

My head ached. I was thinking of the pain, and wondering how it was possible for physical agony to be so intense. I had never imagined that such a torture could be endured. Yet here was I, both conscious and able to think clearly. And not only to think, but to observe the process and make calculations about it. The steel circle round my skull was closing in with faint cracking noises. How much farther could it shrink? I counted the cracking sounds. Since I took the triple dose of pain-killer, there had been two more. …I took out my watch and laid it on the table.

“Give me morphia,” I said in a calm, hostile, icy tone.

“You mustn’t take morphia! You know perfectly well. The very idea! And what are you doing with that watch?”

“You will give me morphia within three minutes.”

They looked me uneasily up and down. No one moved. Three minutes went by. Then ten more. I slipped the watch calmly into my pocket and rose unsteadily to my feet.

“Then take me to the Fiakker Bar. They say it’s a good show, and to-night I want to enjoy myself.”

The others jumped up with a feeling of relief.

I never confessed the secret to anyone, either then or afterwards. I had made up my mind at the end of those three minutes — for the first and last time in my life — that if my headache had not stopped within the next ten I should throw myself under the nearest tram.

It never came out whether I should have kept to my resolve, for the pain left with the suddenness of lighting.

I don’t feel QUITE that bad. But bad enough. It feels rather like my head is being squeezed by some giant’s hand and is liable to pop at any moment.

Going to see the doctor tomorrow — the regular doctor. Dash it all.

Diana Gonzalez article

As this Fayetteville Observer article notes, it’s been five years since fourteen-year-old Diana Gonzalez ran away from her Raeford, North Carolina home with a man more than twice her age. The boyfriend, Jose Barrera-Pacheco, has been charged with kidnapping, even though Diana apparently went with him voluntarily.

The article doesn’t really say anything I didn’t already know — no word on where those two have been all this time. I’m guessing she’s had a couple of kids by now.