A year ago today, I woke up in the morning with a splitting headache… and the rest, as we all know, is history.
Had I known that the pain would last for a year (seven or eight dexamethasone-fueled weeks of relief aside), I would have gone bonkers. But here I am, a year later, still in pain and managing, somehow. It seems like every time I decide I can’t take it anymore, it turns out I can. That’s become my second-favorite personal motto, right after “Why does this always happen to me?”
You may have won most of the battles up till now, Headache, but you will lose the war. I can prove to be a relentless enemy and I will pursue you until you are lying facedown in the dust.