When it finally goes away, it takes most of me with it.
I feel like me on the outside with not much on the inside.
I'm not hungry.
I'm not thirsty.
I don't want to have company.
I'm just tired. Very tired. And I want to be left alone to sleep.
The medicines I had to use (in the ER) put me to sleep right away.
But that was yesterday.
I needed help to walk to the car.
I don't even remember what I said to the nurse.
I know I thanked everyone. I was so grateful. So grateful it had finally stopped.
Today, I don't have pain.
I'm so happy that the pain is gone.
But I'd like to feel like me again.
Not this shell of me that sleeps all day and can't wake up til afternoon.
My son asked me, "Mom, did they make you better at that hospital?"
I tried to explain, "That sick headache is better. But I still will probably get others."
"Why?" he asks. "Why can't they just make you better?"
How do I answer that one?
Why can't they just make me better?
