The last few days have been bad days. I’ve had seven migraines in the past four weeks. That isn’t normal behaviour. So I went to Dr KHS on Tuesday and told him about it. After a neural exam (which involved touching my nose then his finger with mine and all manner of strange things, the likes of which you only see on American TV as sobriety testing) and other run of the mill tests, he wasn’t really any more the wiser than when he began. I think he’s loosing his touch.

I’ve been told to cut down one of my pain killer meds by half, as a precaution, in case it is the cause. The odds of the migraines being related to this med are pretty slim, considering I’ve been taking them for eight months. If not, then who knows?

The words CT and scan were mentioned. I can’t think of anything more disturbing than being strapped to a table and inserted like some hapless tampon into a machine which bears a remarkable resemblance to a giant vagina. Yay.