9.11

I got new glasses today, and the pounding spike of iron between my eyebrows is probably their fault. I won't explain to you the gnaw of it, the pulsing dread of it, the inevitability of it. I'll only couch it in these terms: I have never not had a headache. Other people turn to me and complain of theirs, and I'll assess, in that moment. Inevitably, there's a dull ache scraping the lining off the inside of my skull. Today, it's risen above the noise and asserted itself into my consciousness.

Sometimes, I wonder if it's congenital, or if there's something I did wrong. Sometimes, I wonder about a cure. I suppose trepanation might solve me, or lobotomy, or cephalectomy. Wouldn't you like that? If I do it, I'll be sure to send you the results.