Once I found out I was going to Mayo next week, my brain has been on overload and overwhelm mode. Naturally this means I got a whopper of a migraine. I think my brain split in half. Today looks marginally better, so at least I can look at a computer screen without my brain and eyeballs screaming.
This time around, I didn't get the creative Alice In Wonderland migraine which produces some of my best work. I wasn't creative at all, in fact. All I got was dizziness, auras and a mean case of synesthesia. For those of you unfamiliar with synesthesia, it's when your senses get all mixed up and you hear colors and see sounds, etc. I have a mild form of this all the time (I also have a headache every day, so it still could be related) but when the migraines are bad, it gets much more intense, and was almost as rough as the pain and nausea were this go-around.
Also means I haven't written any poetry, journal entries, stories-- nor have I done any more speed walk training or dance practice. I haven't booked a place to stay next week. I haven't begun packing. I haven't been eating. In essence, I have not been doing any humaning.
I suck. That's why I'm heading to Minnesota. Hoping the doctors there will help me to suck less and be an actual human being much more often.