Suffering

Did you ever have one of those days where you feel like you are enveloped in thick atmosphere, like walking through cotton wool? It dulls the senses, makes movements slow and difficult, restricts the breathing and makes it difficult to hear. It begins with vertigo; its nauseating waves washing over, the head floating off to one side with my body following, soon after. Could someone please stop the world from spinning?

The skull is pounding, while at the same time sharp, piercing hot pokers are being pushed slowly, but deliberately, though the temples so that the ends just touch the brain. Irritating beyond belief. I want to scream but can't make a sound. The eyelids are heavy, the eyes stinging - both dry and tearing at the same time. Nothing makes sense, the world is muffled and it is hard to think clearly.  Making it even worse, is the clogged sinuses and itchy eyes from a dust allergy. The throat feels tight and glands swollen... but the bookshelves are now ordered in alphabetical fashion. 

Yesterday was one of those days. I am reminded of a classic line from an old Science Fiction favourite of mine (BBC's Blake's 7, circa early 1980s). "Have you considered amputation?". Well, in this case - yes, I have! Maximum amounts of aspirin and antihistamines were no joy. Copious amounts of caffeine gave no relief. There was no energy left for even a flicker of a smile when confronted with what would normally illicit a belly laugh.

Doodling helped. Maybe a ferocious monster to embody my pain? Well, no.. I couldn't even manage that! A toothless, ancient and eccentric Uncle looking dragon was the best i could manage. Is pretty how much I have felt all weekend, actually. Not big on this suffering for art caper.

What shall I do with the little fella???

Any ideas?