I feel like my brain is constantly being slammed against a cheese shredder.
So, you might say I have some sort of cheese brain.
No, not like a good ol’ Cheese Head from Wisconsin…those are happy people.
But Shredded Cheese Brain
The Syndrome known to those who have too much cranial intrusion.
I think I have had some sort of pounding, pulsing, slamming, piercing head-ache since July.
Or maybe it started in August.
But it sucks.
I’ve been to the doctor, and there is no brain tumor to blame…just stress (go figure).
When I get an email from BH feel the cheese shredder start to push pressure on my poor little brain.
When I listen to the up-teenth toddler tantrum of the day the grating starts.
When I think of all the things I need to get done but are virtually impossible to get done the pressure of my brain on the grater deepens.
The pain seeps deep into my brain and starts to leak out my eyes and trickles down my neck into my shoulders and finally sinks into the small of my back.
And there is no relief.
It is a cycle.
There is a saying from somewhere that talks about “if you can no longer change the situation you are in, remove yourself from the situation.”
And that is fine and dandy…but, not so realistic.
I can’t remove myself from life.
(but…ohhhh…the fantasy of it)
I can’t remove myself from my children
(well, for more than about 120 seconds)
I can’t keep putting off everything on my good ol ‘to-do’ list because eventually, the ‘to-do’s’ will need to be done or there will be no chance of money, a job or even food on the in the near future.
So, not only can I not change the situation, I can’t remove myself from it either.
My reality is here to stay. Hopefully not forever…but, for a long while anyway.
So, the defense mechanism my body has taken to the stress that is apparently not alleviated by running, writing or positive thinking is shoving my precious little brain against a rusty cheese shredder. I guess as a bitter reminder that life isn’t as pretty as I continually talk myself into thinking it is. Or at least hoping that it can be.
There really isn’t much point to this.
You know, outside of my complaining about headaches and the surreal reality of my life.
But, I can offer some pretty powerful advice: Keep your brains away from cheese shredders.
It doesn’t feel so good.