Olive Eeew

Clear, sharp pain. Welcome back. Imagine balancing a dictionary on my head when Migraine violently thrusts a jagged sword through my left eye and up through the left side of my skull to lance me and the book like a couple of olives in a martini glass. Migraine twitches and jerks, nervous and angry, waiting for someone or something to happen and clanking my skewered olive brain against the rim of the glass. At least today I'm not soaked in gin. Clear as a bell, pain being my only distraction. Get things done, Annabell, you can do it.