High Strung
My body feels like it is so high strung that at any moment I’m going to explode into a million billion pieces of vibrating energy. Let me explain.
Yesterday afternoon I noticed a slight headache. The dull kind—just painful enough that you notice it’s there but not bad enough to prompt you to take an aspirin. Later in the evening it suddenly shifted into high gear and I felt as though somebody had shoved ten red-hot knitting needles through my right eye socket and proceeded to relentlessly wiggle them back and forth. Having given away my last Excedrin to Kathryn earlier in the day, I had no other choice but to go to bed early and hope for the best. Unfortunately the pain kept me awake, so I rummaged through the cabinet under my bathroom sink until I found something that promised to relieve pain, sinus congestion and other cold symptoms. Not ideal, but any port in a storm. I took it. I fell asleep. I woke up early. The pain had been reduced but still lingered. The knitting needles behind my eye were no longer red-hot, but they were still there, wiggling around and causing the occasional wince. Since I was up early, I stopped by the store on my way to work and bought a bottle of Excedrin Migraine and a bottle of orange juice. I immediately took the pills and chugged the orange juice. Then when I got to work, I leisurely drank my morning coffee. Now, the headache is 99 percent gone. But between my coffee and the caffeine laced migraine pills, I am wired. Combine that with the fact that I have a “desk job” and I’m already jazzed about my two-day workweek, and I am one pent up ball of electric energy, bursting at the seams.