I am angry. I want to have control over something. I want this insidious, ghostly malificent Medusa in my head rooted out like weeds, evil black viney strands pulled out one by one and left in a heap on the floor like hair at a beauty salon. I want the snakes neutralized.

It’s Raining Spoons

While some very stressful things are happening in my non-illness life, MAN have I had a couple of migraine days to die for. Some of the experiences require separate posts, like the fact that despite having moved to WordPress only a week or so ago, I have been nominated for a blogger award (Liebster coming…