Sara

I had a headache Saturday. Off and on. It'd come around, I'd take some equate and it'd go away again. Played that game all day long.

Sunday it was back in spurts. Little here, little there. Nothing that was all that bad, though. I took a couple of equates when needed, but it wasn't anywhere near constant.

Today? Headache. The kind that's right across the very front of my head, hurting and stabbing and making me go all *wince* at any sign of bright lights. Head? Hello? Why are you being bitchtastic?

You guys don't understand. I used to get headaches maybe once a week at worst. And they usually didn't bother me enough to take anything. This went on for years.

Since I've been working here, I've gotten at least three migraine-like headaches that I can think of. And more headaches than I used to collectively. Since this job is capable of stressing me the fuck out, I'm gonna say that it's likely not off the wall to connect this job to my new migraine-esque headaches.

Sara is so not happy. Sara wants a new brain that doesn't fuck her over with either pain, various hallucinations, random mania, occasional depression or the pressing and uncontrollable urge to own words, which is really not very explainable now that I think about it.