It is one of those weary bleary mornings. I had awakened way before dawn at 3:00 AM by a very rude headache. I tried to ignore it (the way I try to ignore rude and obnoxious people) and doze back off, but the hammering was too loud, too jarring. For half an hour, I tangled and wrangled with the sheets (sorry Ted), then I just got up and took a shower in the dark. I got some coffee, took a couple of Excedrin Migraines and propped myself up against the headboard and tried not to move. The headache dimmed, leaving its buzzy echo behind.
Then the anxiety kicked in; I sat in the darkness mind-tweaking: How the hell was I supposed to function today? When would I be able to sneak in a nap? How will I be able to focus enough to get my column written for the paper? Where will I get the energy to teach my class? Why am I such a lousy sleeper? Is something seriously wrong with me? Am I getting sick? Am I already sick, and just don’t know it? Is that dark spot on my wrist really a freckle? Why is it so cold in here? What time is it already? Will it ever get light outside? And on and on and on. Continue Reading