And this week’s cancer is….

I truly want to believe that I don’t have brain cancer. I want to think that my cluster of migraine activity is due to the fact that my seemingly healthy father just up and died of a massive heart attack while out riding his bicycle. That the stress of leaving Matt and dealing with all the post separation bullshit of who pays what and when do the kids stay where is causing them. I want to think that the relentlessness of a two yeard’s randomness and demands are the cause. I want to suspect that having three kids and not nearly enough time or energy is at the root of this all. Because the fact that my head explodes on an average of 4 times per week, leaving me unable to see for about 45 minutes, sometimes causing one of my limbs to go numb and then an encore of PAIN is not a Good Thing.
I’ve tried the Immitrex. No, Uck. Bad. I was so sick I had to go to bed for half of the day. I have tried the pain killers. Same result, I just want to go to bed or sing quietly in the corner. I don’t have the time for yoga right now. And I don’t think the stess is going to go away any time soon. So WTF? Cancer? I sure the hell hope not. Tha would be bad, as in BAD. SO I am just going to go lie down until I have to get Devon from preschool.