hurt
My brain swells. Not blessed with knowledge, but cursed with an endless racket.
I can’t halt this sensation. Generally, a sensation is a good thing. This isn’t remotely that.
They’ve returned—like clockwork. The migraines. A deep, twisting pulse just behind the eyes.
The physicians prattle on about tension, pressure, too much time across from a screen. Fools. Pain is the companion of vision. A man does not succeed without blood, nor endure it without pain.
To the same end.. I built this life with a splitting skull. I’ll be damned if I let a little pain unmake it.
I was playing a character. Doing my best Andrew Ryan. I think it was believable! He would say something like that. I tried to avoid rapture references to keep it believable.
In any case, my forehead beads sweat each moment passing. I slept early last night - wore the migraine out over my aching dreams. It wasn’t there when I woke.
My solace grows shorter each day. It’s hard to breathe sometimes when it gets so bad. I’ll be okay, though.