Real Bad Barometrics...

One forgets after suffering a week of scattered temporal lobe seizures & now a week of immense overheating & considerable aura migraine manifestations obstructing one's sight, recreating all into a Floating World of fog & disembodied images, that good old fashioned bad weather can really lay low a Psycho-Motorist (original term for Migraineur).

Well, this afternoon, the heavens DID open up their dams unleashing an incredible amount of water in very short time, flooding everything. Of course, the temperature was changing, so lightning flashed on the periphery, rumbling low into my soul with their pronounced thunder. This sat on me hard, making getting up impossible as I laid or slept in painful pressure & tormented barometric dreams that generally infuse the exterior elements into some "being chased" dreamscape.

Now I'm upright, while remaining very dazed. One could use the example of an abrupt hit to the head, getting my bell rung so to speak, leaving me in a stunned state.

How to resolve it? I guess, MORE caffeine... & time spent awake.

(Art © 2012 by j. m. Scoville)