Today.

Originally published November 2 on my old site.

Today was the first day that if I didn't know already I had a brain tumor, I'd be worried.

(That was a convoluted sentence, but I think I got it right.)

My eye hurt all day. I have developed increased photosensitivity; it doesn't help that my work is a nightmare of fluorescent lights and is too damned bright at the best of times. Today, however, the normal low-grade headache on the right hand side of my head was punctuated by sharp, vicious stabs of pain. I really didn't think I was going to get through the day, but some aspirin, deep breathing, and sheer stubbornness got me through it. Can't afford to miss much work this week; I have some projects due this week that I have to get done.

I am, however, going to talk to my doctor about getting a reasonable accommodation from my work to work somewhere that's not lit up like a fucking photography studio. Why don't we just drag some klieg lights in there while we're at it, and light up some thermite?

I'm still headachy tonight, despite being in a dim room and working with a dimly lit monitor. I think it'll be an early night; one bourbon sidecar, one blog post, one load of laundry, and bed will be calling me.

The only other news recently is that I will be meeting with the other brain surgeon -- who turns out to be a skull specialist -- and the osteoplastics specialists before the surgery. So at least I know who will be cutting on my noggin before the noggin cutting occurs, which is some small comfort.