Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Voodoo


Sometimes I feel like I have done someone wrong years ago and there is a a voodoo doll out there with pins stuck all over.  This person is extraordinarily sadistic and takes great pleasure in hitting the base of my skull over and over with some sort of medieval torture device.  There is something resembling a railroad spike entering the back of my neck, and my eyeballs surely have been pushed back into my skull joining my brain.  I have a few swords stuck in there now and again "just for kicks".  Sounds lovely doesn't it?  Feels just as fabulous, but wait, there's more!  My neck has been replaced by spun glass, the very thought of moving it feels like it will shatter sending my head rolling to the floor.  This is only from the neck up, do you really want to hear the rest?  I don't think so.
Logic dictates there is no voodoo doll but that's how I feel.  What is the reasonable explanation when you go to the doctor, they examine you after having a migraine for over three years and they say, everything is fine.  This is the part when smoke comes out of my ears and I play back the video of the past three years, shove their face into the screen and say, "Do I look fine?!"
That's the rough part, well one of them, about having FM so many doctors still think you're crazy.  I once had a doctor tell me to volunteer.  Now I'm all for losing yourself in service in my community but when I can't drive, can't work, can't move, and have a splitting headache everyday how helpful am I going to be?  I am thankful I finally found a doctor that has been helping me I just want immediate results--who's with me?  My perfect world is a clinic like the Jetsons.  A conveyor belt that we step on, go through the machine and presto, *poof*, healed!  I also just might include voodoo cleansing  :)

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