Not now. Please, God, not now.
Of all days. You go two years and then, on a week when all hell breaks loose, you get it. Could it be because of tonight's full moon?
Migraine is back. With a vengeance. Last night's lull was just that.
I'm here in the office, trying, failing miserably. Nick's mother passed away. I'm trying to keep that perspective.
I can't read without becoming nauseated. Two guys are bouncing around on the roof, cleaning gutters, making it worse. I want to go home. I want to go to bed. I want the pain to go away.
And I wish she were here. With all my being, everything in my soul, I wish she were here. I want to put my arms around her, feel her touch against my skin, drown in the warmth of her being.
But she isn't here. And I can't go home.
And the pain, hidden or otherwise, won't go away.