I swallow the tiny orange pill. Migraine, the neurologist had named the bastard on theright side of my head, after probing me with questions about my personal life & lifestyle. He had his hand under his chin & made eye contact. I had my hand on my Michael Kors 'Cynthia' satchel & made up some lies about my daily routine.What a dull suburban existence I painted for him. If he only knew....
I'm staring at a meme of a cat clawing at a donut from
a distance & then withdrawing, like it's an explosive.
[Caption: 'Me on a diet']
I imagine myself at ZARA doing the same when I see another winter jacket I don't really need.
The pill should make me drowsy by now. My head throbs & my right eye twitches.
I shut my eyes.
I'm running my fingers on a thick vein that's popped up on my forehead.
It feels like a worm, eww! Was Monica's Thanksgiving vein like this?
Arghh! Useless pill! 1 week & nothing!
I'll call the Doctor tomorrow.....
*Oh, c'mon! You don't need a CT Scan! Don't treat me like your fucking enemy!
I'm your friend & I'm here to tell you something
that's already in your head. You know something.
What is it? I will not leave until you see it!
OPEN YOUR EYES! OPEN YOUR EYES, GODDAMNIT!!!*
I'm sweating. My eyes & pillow are wet. I can't move.
I saw. On the ceiling. Faces...images....answers.
Like iron on quicksand, I sink into slumber in seconds.
I toss 7 tiny orange pills I no longer need in the bin. Tricyclic Antidepressants, Google informs.
For treatment of Migraines, Depression & Bedwetting.
10-year-old CZ finally gets an explanation for the humiliating recurrent bedwetting.
What child can link susu on the bed to depression? I forgive her now.
Past & Present mysteries. Unraveled.
Follow your heart, they say. But your head.... your head will always
give you more than you bargained for - if you'd only listen to what it has to say.
Hairband: Forever 21
Lipstick: Fenty Beauty Stunna Lip Paint in Uncensored.