Some more information has emerged in Shannon Fischer‘s presumed murder, according to this article. Earlier this month, her boyfriend confessed to strangling her. Now the motive has been made public: he thought she had stolen his drugs, specifically methamphetamine. He says he acted completely alone in the crime and told no one about it until four years later, when he walked into the police station and made his statement. No word yet as to why he chose to own up to it after all this time, when he could have gotten away with it.
Drug abuse takes another victim. Or four: Shannon, certainly; her boyfriend, who will spend the rest of his life in prison; and Shannon’s two children, who were both only babies when they lost their mother.
Last night I was screaming in agony again until about 10:30 p.m. when the pain suddenly went away just like that, leaving me blinking in confusion and gratitude. But I was not fooled: this had happened before and the pain had always returned, and I knew it would this time. I took advantage of my sudden remission to pack my stuff and leave Michael’s and go home. Within an hour and a half my head had started to hurt again. By the time of my doctor appointment at 11:00 a.m. I was in quite a bit of pain, though it hadn’t reached screaming level again quite yet.
He gave me a shot of Toradol again and a script for Tramadol. (Let’s hope that when the Toradol wears off the Tramadol will actually work for me.) He thinks I’m having cluster headaches — something I seriously didn’t want to hear. Cluster headaches are better than, say, a brain tumor, but they are difficult to treat and probably mean I will have to consult a neurologist and take some kind of daily drug. Doctor wants me to get a CT scan too.