When people care

My wife is worried about me. From a purely selfish standpoint, this is a good thing. The depression bug hasn’t run it’s course and the stay in bed headache is on day number three.

“Headaches don’t last this long.”

“They have before.”

To be honest, I’m fully reclined on the Lazy-boy in the living room right now (not in bed).

I know it’s not my fault, but it hurts when I hurt people. It means I have to work extra hard getting back to good working order.


  1. Thanks, both of you.

    Becca, I don’t mean this (what follows) to sound sarcastic/dismissive (I hope it doesn’t come off that way)… so much as reassuring. The tone comes from frustration (with myself). After several doctors, drugs and imaging technologies, the latest in health science (I’ve got pretty good insurance) has determined I’m having headaches. Some of my symptoms fit a migraine like pattern, others fit the tension headache mold, but there’s nothing structurally wrong with my head. I’m just one of a whole bunch of folks who have idiopathic, moderate/frequent headaches – which thankfully are only rarely bad.

    I’ve just started seeing a new doctor about the depression.

  2. John,

    I understand what you are going through. My sister suffers from debilitating depression. I’m sorry you are so low. I’m thinking of you and wishing you well.



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