Last night I developed a sharp pain across the back of my skull. It grew worse, then unbearable.
I started feeling nauseous, as if I were to vomit, so I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my too-pale face, trying to compose myself.
Then I felt pain. That’s it, just pain—that’s all that registered. I was on the bathroom floor, propped against the tub. The bottom of my chin hurt. A lot. It still hurts right now, six hours later. I must have hit it on the way to the floor.
So I crawled onto the couch and closed my eyes; I felt better. I crawled to my computer, changed my away message to something appropriate, then made my way to bed and slept for six hours. I awoke with just the pain in my chin.
I don’t know what caused this, but this never happened when I ate better and slept monophasically. I can’t afford to eat better right now, so I’m going back to mono/bi-phasic.
I’m going to miss you, uberman.