Thoughts and Pajamas

It wasn’t because I was reading the third book of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series before going to bed. No, not really. It had more to do with the gigantic migraine that decided to pound on my head like a cyclops whacking at a piece of metal.

Warning: this is not a happy post.

I went to sleep at around 11 PM, only to be jolted awake by the throbbing pain on the back of my head. I try to sleep it off, like I usually do—although I usually take a paracetamol tablet first, but I was already in bed and I was too sleepy to get up. I dozed off, and dreamed.

It was dark. There was a consistent sound of dripping water on stone. Under my feet, the stone was slightly wet (but no puddle), like the street was when I was on my way from work to my apartment. My head was hurting real bad. Beside me, Annabeth Chase was holding up boulders that were about to crush her. I was beside her, trying to hold it up, too, except the weight was more on my head than my hands.

I woke up. The throbbing in my head had turned into a consistent, painful pressure, almost as if—you got it—I had part of a cave pushing down on it. I tried to pull on my hair (that usually worked, you see), changed my position, and tried to sleep again.

No such luck. I tossed and turned in my bed for hours, probably whimpering every so often. Sometimes I’d doze for a minute or two. (I know it was only a minute because I kept checking my watch when I wake up again.)

By 4 AM, I couldn’t take it anymore. I hauled myself up to a sitting position and nearly threw up at the change of position. I collected myself for a few minutes, then got up to finally drink meds. Afterwards, I stayed in our living room for a while, letting the pain subside. When it did, I went back upstairs to my bedroom, and laid back down to sleep.

I was in the cave again. This time, I was carrying the boulder alone. I was trying to carry the weight on my hands, but it remained on the crown of my head.

I woke up feeling sick again.
I tried sitting up again.
The pain subsided again.

I fell asleep huddled in the corner of the walls.

I didn’t dream again.