The best I can describe the pain coming from my scalp behind my left ear and right close to my implant, is that it is throbbing and seems to have a pulse of it's own. I tried laying down to drift off to dream world but Meniere's and this wound is seeing none of that. Both of my ears are screeching with random sounds and noises, from beeps to cicadas and crickets and the roar of a jet engine parked out back.
I do not have any product to apply to this new wound on an old wound except the ointment bactroban, something along a cream and such kind of medication right there. No stitches. No pills. A brilliant open wound, with medicinal cream and all wide open for all to see. Gross matter, en'it?
One year ago this month, 22 March 2012 to be exact, He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, had me in hospital and removed a chunk of my flesh from this same spot. It is the same site that never ever did heal from the surgery's we had last June. Damn near to the day, we have had another procedure to remove another small chunk-of-flesh, from the same area of my head. I wish my hair would grow with as much fury as this flesh on my skull...
...my thick ass scalp and my hard damned head. I must have been a Ram in a previous life.
I have sweat off and on all day. I have had the sounds in both ears since waking this morning, non-stop from then until this instant. The same old song and dance with the symptoms: nausea, gagging, the sweats, dizziness that at times awkwardly influenced every step I took. Oh, what a day. Oh, what a day it has been.
I am still having pains in my neck and in areas of my head. The BOTOX injections have not taken root yet. Speaking of which, I am beginning to see ever so slight changes on my face and feel change in my muscles in the neck and shoulders. The nerves in my scalp. Today's procedure has set me back none as far as I can tell. I mean, other than this damned throbbing.
The nerves in my scalp on the left side of my head where my two deaf ears live, scream, Mary.
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