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It's just a migraine
easily controllable with caffeine, codeine
ginger, Gravol

Pain and nausea tick-tock every second. Medication cuts me loose, banging through time like a bumper car until I wake up sticky and disoriented.

And years have passed. Or at least the afternoon.

It's not a good idea to drill a hole in your skull. But sometimes I wonder how it would feel. They just let the air in and then it's all perfectly natural. When I first read Hills Like White Elephants, I thought they were discussing trepanation.

I might not be awake yet. You might not be real. Did you ever think of that?

All questions will be answered, all fears will be allayed.