I feel a little strange.

I feel a little strange.

My head has been aching for days.

Pain relief isn’t working.

My insides are squeezing and twisting, like a wet rag being wrung out between strong, calloused hands, as they are this time each moth.

I fell asleep on the couch last night.

I woke up with a fright, covered in sweat, even though it’s wintery cold, and next to a little puddle of my drool.

My head ached and swam.

I was hot and cold at the same time.

Apparently my eyes were open before I woke, it gave my fella a bit of a fright.

I’m tired.
Tired in a muted, slow way.

I feel a little disconnected, a little lonely.