Ahhhhhhh Mal di Testa, La Faccia Infesta

Like the groundhog checking his shadow, I surfaced to discover that my massive 3.5 day headache had gone from Code Red to Code I Don't Need to Kill Myself Just Yet. I could almost function. It has not gone away, but it has subsided greatly. I am going to credit the drops so I stop complaining about the cost (WHAT rare Rain Forest fungus could possibly be in here to justify such a cost?)

Ohmmmmmm.

I am so happy to not be in so much pain. I feel a breakthrough. In my joy I smile. But I only feel the right side of my face participating in my glee. I look into the mirror and notice the whole left side of my face is frozen. I have Bell's Palsy I am pretty certain. Yipes. I look half Amanda Plummer and half Billy Idol.

With the emotional and grateful impact of a weepy Christmas story where a father sells his fillings to get his kids a tree, and realizes he also sold his axe to get his wife some Shalimar resulting in him having to chew the tree down beaver-style with painful exposed roots, I weep with gratitude for my reduced pain and I realize my face IS NOT my paycheck.

I do pause to wonder how I will look with a Veronica Lake haircut. And an eyepatch.

Probably worse.