Nitrates

I thought I was getting a firmer grasp on my TN pain, however, the last two weeks I have regressed. I have awoken to pain in my scalp, my main weakness; I can't fake a smile like I do lots of times or be productive, everyone knows I'm in pain. I can do nothing until the pain decides its done enough damage and radiates from my crown. Nothing will touch it, including cannabis.

I can eat broccoli, pineapple, or tart cherries and within minutes, if not seconds, the TN pain radiates to my temple, eye, or ear. But not this time, nothing worked. Walking did work, but to a point; pain would always rush back to the scalp. I tried applying peppermint oil to my scalp, but my mutinous body adjusted a few days later. I tried Bengay, my body rebelled after one application.

Late in the afternoon the ornery pain would finally come down to where I can take an over-the-counter pill to dull or briefly extinguish the pain so I could sleep, but would awake to pain once again in the scalp.

My wife reminded me of the sandwiches we had been eating a lunch and a light bulb went on, nitrates; a migraine trigger for me. Yuck. We stopped eating sandwiches and the pain is decreasing in intensity, but I'm still awakening to pain in the scalp. Hopefully the pain will subside in a few days.

Ryan's Mighty New Year Snippet

I started writing this story for 2014 NaNoWriMo, it's mess. However, it's got a major Trigeminal Neuralgia subplot. I will NOT abandon this story. It's not family friendly either, so here a snippet of it.

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I awoke to a knock at the door. I rolled over onto my side and gazed at the clock, it was 0600 and I was pain free. I was very grateful for that, usually I would awake to some sort of trigeminal pain on the left side of my face. Another knock sounded, “I’m coming,” I said as I walked over to the door and opened it.

My jaw hit the floor the moment I saw who it was. Mighty Meagan was standing in front of me wearing a little black dress. It was little alright, it hugged every curve the good Lord gave her. It covered her bubbly backside and stopped about an inch down. I momentarily lost my ability to talk as I gazed upon the shapely heroic blonde. I was too mesmerized to see her beige boots.

“Really, lieutenant,” Meagan playfully smiled. She placed her index finger under my jaw and put it back in place.” She walked in and closed the door as I continued to gawk at her sexy appearance. She placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one hip. “Honestly, lieutenant, you’ve been hanging around the League for how long now? We wear LESS at HQ!”

“I know, I know,” I replied, “But they’re not Mighty Meagan, especially after what just transpired…”

“Thank you, that was sweet” she said and put her hands on my cheeks. She removed one, pointed at her eye, and told me something that I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve heard from sexy heroines, “Remember my eyes are up here.”

‘Aye, aye!”

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Ever the officer and gentleman I held the car door open for Meagan. The statuesque blonde smiled, “Thank you Ryan,” and sat down in the passenger seat. I caught myself looking in the wrong place; I stopped ogling her longs legs and made a concerted effort to look at her pretty face. I shut the door after she strapped her superhuman body in.

The Texas sky was turning grey, an ominous sign for those of you reading in Port St. Sushi, Florida. I could feel that blasted nerve stirring as the sky darkened. I sat down in the front seat and buckled myself in; trying not to stare at the gratuitous amounts of leg that Melinda was showing. I looked in her eyes, “I love your dress.”

“You’ve said that four times already,” the woman answered.

“I’m going to tell you a fifth time that I love it,” I said as I awoke my Crossfire from its sleep. It roared as I awakened it. I put the car in reverse and twisted my body to see as I backed the car away from the now vacant hotel. I turned back around and knew that this was going to be a very difficult trip, besides her long legs calling out to me; her arousing perfume permeated my adenoids.

‘Amarillo by Morning’ is a popular country song, it’s one of those rare songs that never make it to Number 1 and then later the song dwarfs all other ones in the annuals of time. We were headed for Amarillo when the weather changed in an instant. The skies turned charcoal grey and the temperature plummeted, snow fell; little did we know that we wouldn’t make it to Amarillo by morning.

My left eye started to ache as though someone was plunging a butcher knife in it. I pulled the car over onto the side of the whitening road and put my prized Crossfire in park. “Excuse me,” I said as I reached over the top of Melinda’s smooth toned thighs and opened the glove compartment. (On a side note, those sexy legs of hers didn’t help as they spiked my blood pressure) I took out a plain looking plastic bottle and closed the compartment. I set aside a red pill and a white pill, the red was an arthritis strength Tylenol and the white was an extra strength aspirin.

“Lieutenant, are you alright?” my worried friend asked.

“I won’t be if I don’t take these,” I replied as I opened the console between us. I pulled out a Coca-Cola and took the two pills. It was a poor man’s version of Excedrin, but it works just as well; plus the Coke taste wonderful.

Her soft hand wrapped around mine and gently squeezed it. It caressed my hard hand as I tried to visualize the pain leaving my aching left eye. “I’m a walking barometer. I should’ve felt this blasted weather hours ago,” I said as I winced in pain. She released my hand. Her soft fingertips massaged my temples, “I’m sorry Ryan. Would you like for me to drive?”

I closed my eyes; her velvet fingers relieved some of the pain. I took a deep breath, “Please.”

She opened her door as I reached behind me and grabbed my ski cap. I put it on and opened my door. I met her behind the car. Her full cherry red lips gently kissed my eyebrow, my eyes instinctively closed. The pain retreated into my ear canal. That was fine with me; I could tolerate the pain better.

“Thank you,” I weakly stated and walked over to the passenger side. We finished playing our musical chairs; Meagan put the car in drive and drove back on the deserted snowy highway. I reclined my seat and closed my eyes. I lost track of time as I visualized the pain leaving my aching left ear.

I opened my eyes and looked over at Meagan. She warmly smiled, “Better?”

“Yes, still in pain, but the edge is off,” I replied.