Good morning one and all

I trust that all is well with you and that you survived New Years. I did, but it was not one of the favorite evenings in my lifetime. First, staying up to midnight was an arduous task. Fortunately, a game of dominos helped a lot. Since my concussion, I haven’t been up that late, which is now in the sixth month.

The injury also left me extremely sensitive to sensory items, such as sound, sight, and smells. That is, loud noise or loud conversations, bright or rapidly changing lights, and smells such as perfumes and odors of all kinds, quickly triggers an upswing in my headache levels. In short, I couldn’t wait to leave the NYE party I attended. Never mind passing up the alcohol and champagne to ring in the new year.

Five minutes after midnight, my headache raging at a level 7 on its way to 8, my girlfriend and I were putting on our coats and saying goodbye to our host. Trust me, at a 7, I’m moaning and screaming inside my head. I hate to think what an 8 would bring. By half-past midnight I was in bed trying to sleep. It took two days to get the chronic, persistent headache to level 2, which I can manage. It was a rough two days, let me tell you.

The good news, I’m still here and resting. BTW, I’m getting tired of resting. I’ve got things to do, like writing.

Still, I’m on the road to recovery (I hope). I’m going to physical therapy twice a week, see yet another therapist in the middle of the month, and little my little, swallowing more meds than I have ever before taken in my life. I wonder, would a little weed help? I think I need to ask my doctor. Oh, shit, I forgot to ask when I saw her two weeks ago.

What do you think? Should I or shouldn’t I?

This is Richard Verry, signing off for the moment. And before I forget, thanks to my girlfriend who worries constantly about me. She says I exhaust her. Maybe I do. However, I’m exhausted as well. Thanks to all that wished me well. I appreciate it. I’ll see you soon around the corner.