Monday, March 11, 2013
March 11. Day 70. Banging and crashing
That was my head felt at 4am. A searing pain behind my left eye radiated out and was accompanied waves of nausea. It was the type of pain that wouldn't have been out of place had I spent last night draining the contents of a well stocked bar. Except I hadn't. Not a single alcoholic beverage crossed by lips which made the same feel so unfair.
I'm not sure if I admire or pity those who say they never take painkillers. What I do know is that I don't understand them. Without the God-given relief afforded by the delicious combination of Ibuprofen and codeine, I'd still be lying in a darkened room whimpering. Now I still have a shadow, I can feel where the pain was but because mothers aren't allowed to get sick I was able to get up and get on with it.
Fresh air and sunshine helped - the noise and dust at the demolition site at QUT not so much. But the destructive scene with its frayed edges reflected my being today perfectly. I only hope that unlike this building I am able to greet tomorrow feeling far more intact.