It was a headache weekend.
Really, I’ve been doing so well. But, earlier in the week I could tell something was going on with the cluster headaches that plague me from time to time.
I avoided the trigger foods, the trigger activities, and tried to de-stress.
To no avail.
And of course, Saturday morning at the gym, about 8:30 or so, that twinge, that feeling, that sensation, let me know that I’d better get home, and get home quickly.
By the time I got there, I was in full form, and the evil little man beating on the drum that is my eyeball was in perfect rhythm with my pulse.
Blind in one eye, seeing lights in the other, throbbing pain on the left side of my face, it was muchos suckamundos as they say in Cancun.
I started the usual course of action. Ice, cold drinks, and a chemical cocktail of BC powders, Excedrin, Advil Cold and Sinus, and Advil. All at once.
I know, Mackenzie just had a coronary.
Nothing worked. It was so far gone it had to run its course.
And ’tis the season. Solstice just passing, long days, too much sun, a straight shot to headacheville.
After napping, mowing the lawn – why not, I was already in pain – napping, and copious amounts of iced tea and Advil, it waned.
Oh, it didn’t go away, it just ebbed some.
Trying to focus, have a life, and work around it, I settled down to stare at the TV, cruising through channels at warp speed, I stopped at AMC. “The Third Man” came on, and brought a flood of memories, which is what this Monday morning ramble is all about.
Seems when the headaches come on, through the pain I find myself more keenly aware of what’s around, events, colors, sound, and memories; every thing is sharper, brighter, louder, brasher.
In Jr. High band we played the “Third Man Theme” for Mr. Chroniak and Mr. Freeze. The song, like a bad dream has been stuck in my head for 45 years, and I’ve never been able to place it, name it, find it, or finish it.
But, the minute the movie started, the groping in the fog came to an end. It was clear. The song I couldn’t get out of my head was the theme from a British attempt at film noir starring Joseph Cotton, Orson Welles, and Trevor Howard, a song we played for weeks in the seventh grade at Germantown Jr. High.
Call me crazy, others have.
If you want to hear it, click here.