Posted by Simon (209.104.102.121) on June 21, 1999 at 14:54:07:
OK, so there was a death in the family and I had to get to Toronto for the funeral. Normally, I would have gotten into my car and driven for six hours in order to attend. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of a particularly brutal bout with my CH's so I decided to fly just in case. I mean, could you imagine speeding down the highway and somewhere around Cornwall, Ontario, you are forced to stop your vehicle in the heat and humidity and suffer for an hour or more while the stench of the nearby sulfer plant infests your nostrils? Yipes!! Anyway, so as I said before, I flew (and it cost me a staggering amount of money). So, I got to Toronto, rented a car and proceded to drive into town. Well, as soon as I got into the downtown core of the city, an attack started. I frantically searched for the nearest hotel. I needed a place to hide away for a while. Luckilly, Toronto appears to have a hotel on every street corner in the entire city (I guess they get a lot of tourists. It ain't Paris, but who am I to judge?). I check into an outrageously expensive and insanely small room, shoot some Imitrex into my body and accept the pain for a while.
Then, at 6:00 pm, I make my way to the funeral. Everybody was there! My entire family as well as what seemed like half the population of Canada. It was an emotional scene, as I'm sure all funerals are. It was good to see the family though. But, I'm getting away from the point. After the service, we made our way to my cousin's place where a select group of mourners were to meet. About an hour into the "party," yet another attack hit me. Imagine my embarassment as I sufferd and acted as insane as I do during any of my attacks in the middle of a bunch of people who have lost a husband/father/uncle/friend to cancer. I mean, they watched him suffer for two years. I don't think that they needed to see my crap. Anyway, I felt stupid.
The next night, I went out with my cousin Sara who brought a really gorgeous friend with her. Her friend and I spent most of the evening flirting with each other. It was great! Well, imagine my chagrin as yet another one of these festering demons attacks me in the middle of this action. I was really, really pissed! I don't think she thought much of me as I started to act insane. She was nice, mind you, but I think that she was just displaying the amazing politeness of Torontonians. Who knows?
So, the point I'm trying to make is that CH's not only cause pain. They can cause severe debt, emotional turmoil for those around you, and keep you from meeting the love of your life. Hmmm...
However, that being said, my headaches have stopped for the time being and I always find it amazing how great life is when I'm living pain free.
Love to everybody,
Simon