Reports from Purgatory

We must have hope or we're lost. We learn to have when we can & try to accept when we can't - an essential dogma.

Hope & Believing are two words I try to tether my doubts to so as to get through the quagmires as is this week. Lots of overheating biology, lots of feeling roughed up, & dizziness aplenty, much confusion, besides the aches & compressions that twirl their illness about all migraineurs.

Whirling, I had a sleepless night after my Tuesday night by phone interview for a Migraine & Creativity study in Australia, & in those gorges of overheating, I had two new symptoms. My body felt a couple minutes long session of ripples that included all of me. Another bout happened around an hour later. What I now think is that, due to my sleeplessness, I was aware when the devious Grand Mal seizures came to pounce & roll me into oblivion by their electric short circuiting, thus, it was a good thing that I was awake - I had control of my mind enough to stop such chaos from hatching.

Today is a wreck. Not only constant overheating but also exhaustion. Even with over 12 hours sleep I had a time rising. I don't know what is going on but it isn't fun. Now my sleep patterns are again cut in two. I prefer & do better with just one massive sleep. I also had to cancel another eye appointment due to feeling very roughed up by symptoms.

Just wanted to keep y'all in the loop. Have been off Facebook, too, since last weekend, trying to unscramble my brainwork. At least that has allowed me to play a little in new writing on the novel. At least... & I'll that that, sprinkle some Hope over it dip in in some Believing to make this wondrous life.