The Vise Tightens

My head was moderately bad today; right now it's not bad, but it was troubling enough this afternoon that I passed on stitch and bitch to come straight home instead (which is a bummer, as I was looking forward to showing my cuffs and new yarn).

I composed this little poem today:

Pain
Washes in and out
Like the tide
It gets less, and raises hope
Then more, and smashes hope
Pain

You don't have to tell me that it's not my best work; it would be odd if it were, really. Migraines are crazy things, and lead to crazy thoughts. Like, "If it hurt more, I could go home and not try to work through it." Or, "Sitting up takes So Much Energy."

Speaking of which, I think I'll go to the couch now.